The behavior of the little white mouse made Ellie Johnson find it intriguing.
She was a bit curious.
What level of intelligence could this little white mouse reach?
She crouched down, extended her palm towards the direction of the little white mouse, and placed it on the ground, "Come on up."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The little white mouse hesitated not at all and quickly followed the command, climbing onto Ellie Johnson's palm.
This scene made her find it even more novel.
She could almost be sure that this little white mouse could understand simple instructions.
As for more difficult commands...
Ellie Johnson's eyes filled with a faint smile as she put the little white mouse into her bag.
That black Maine Coon seemed to have been injured earlier.
Ellie Johnson blinked, looked up, and stared at the Maine Coon curled up in the corner, its whole body tense and ready to attack at any moment.
Its name seemed to be Black Marshal?