Bloodlines and Orange Cats

The orange cat was weak and paralyzed outside the dessert shop, unable to move any longer.When he went out, his aura was diminishing little by little, and his straight body was finally spread out into a piece of skin, which was quietly pasted on the glass.

The people in the shop were all staring at the shop owner intently, holding something soft and pink in their hands, and had no time to look out the window.Humans hold cones in their hands, shake their hands back and forth like fallen leaves, and squeeze out white mousse on beige sponges.

After staring at it for a long time, the orange cat realized that those humans were making cakes.

Including blood.

The blood race is still the most serious one—looking straight ahead, standing like a pine tree, holding a piping tape in one hand, and manipulating the piping nozzle with the other, moving his hand slowly over the sponge cake.Even though the edge of the blood cake is not like a lotus leaf, but like a pile of emoticons, Orange Cat thinks that his cake is the most beautiful, wild and full of vitality.

Of course, Orange Cat knows that there is a way for human beings to express their deepest feelings, which is to do something for each other with their own hands.

Although the blood race can't be counted as being inactive and indifferent to food and grain, eating basically belongs to how to save trouble and how to calculate how convenient it is.

Ken went to such lengths...

Thinking that sooner or later this cake would go into other people's stomachs, the orange cat meowed, and its mournful cry shook the whole field.It has eaten the food of the blood race for so long, of course it knows that the cake touched by the blood race's slender fingers smells like roses.

A rose-scented cake that probably doesn't have its own share of...

The orange cat took a look at the blood clan and thought, if he rushed in now and revealed the other party's secret on the spot, his own food would suffer again in the next few days.What's more, embarrassing the blood race in the human race is harmful to oneself, and it is also a kind of harm to the beautiful soul of the blood race.

If he didn't disturb the blood race, he would have caught the other party's handle.

Orange cat thinks he is very witty.

There was so much brain activity that his stomach started growling.

The orange cat intends to go away silently, find a place where the blood race can't see, get rid of the dry and cold cat food in the bag, and then go home, waiting for the blood race to return in their two-person space.

Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, the orange cat bumped into a soft wall.

The orange cat was suddenly a little excited.

It remembered the TV series at eight o'clock in the evening that it had watched.

Such an unexpected encounter must have been caused by the blood race who had caught a glimpse of him inadvertently and locked himself in the vast crowd.

But it raised its head, and was surprised to find that this was different from the routine!The one who stopped him was not a blood race at all!

But a dog!

The ancients said that cats and dogs are incompatible.The Labrador in front of him is even more so, as if the two have been married since the beginning of Pangu, barking at the orange cat again and again.

The orange cat hurriedly apologized, and meowed several times in a row. Unexpectedly, the Labrador didn't appreciate it at all. He showed his fangs and attacked the orange cat with an acceleration visible to the naked eye.

Didn't it say that Labrador is gentle in nature and not aggressive?The orange cat doesn't understand, why did he encounter a special case?

What else can the orange cat do?

It had no choice but to run away.

But the Labrador was not to be outdone, and chased after him so hard that the orange cat was panting.It struggled with its brains, and when it fled, it folded back and forth a few times, and finally returned to the dessert shop, but still couldn't get rid of the other party.

Labrador has an ID chip on his neck, why is its owner absent at this time?Don't talk about taking care of your own baby, it's a bit abnormal now, isn't it?

The orange cat is really out of control.There is a dessert shop behind it, and it has nowhere to go.

He obviously didn't want to disturb the blood clan.

The orange cat closed its eyes sideways, and suddenly fell backwards.

With a squeak, an orange fur ball rolled into the dessert shop...

The air was suddenly quiet.

The eyes of all creatures, without exception, are focused on the orange cat.

Including blood.

He glanced at the orange cat, the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.The piping bag that almost grew into a part of his body fell to the ground with a bang.

The orange cat straightened up mechanically, intending to pretend that no one knew anything and nothing happened, and quietly slipped into an inconspicuous corner.

Unexpectedly, the Labrador seemed to have opened his eyes, and followed closely behind, along the slit opened by the orange cat, into the dessert shop, and accurately positioned the orange cat.

The orange cat wants to cry but has no tears.It secretly swears that if there is a next time, it must check the almanac before going out, and as long as the words "avoid", "exit" and "go" appear, it will not move half a step.

The orange cat can only rely on the blood race.

It meowed and yelled and rushed in the direction of the vampire. It circled around the vampire's feet several times, but failed to shake off the Labrador, and instead got four-claw cream.

Seeing that the Labrador stretched out its claws and was about to reach the orange cat, the orange cat finally couldn't bear it anymore, and habitually threw itself into the arms of the blood clan.

It took off smoothly, but failed to land smoothly.

After a short period of weightlessness, the orange cat found that the blood clan failed to catch him this time, but was thrown down by him.

The cake that was supposed to be safe and sound on the table was now accurately and undoubtedly placed on top of the blood race.

The blood clan didn't speak, and the orange cat didn't dare to move its nest. The anxious air between them spread to the whole shop.

There was silence all around.

When it was over, the orange cat's head turned 180 degrees to the left, stayed for a while, then mechanically returned to its original position, and turned 180 degrees to the right.Sure enough, the eyes of all creatures have not shifted, and remain the same.

It sucks.

It is regrettable enough that the meticulous hairstyle and delicate face are covered with cream.

People who are stuck hate being the focus of attention, and now it is simply adding to the crime.

The orange cat exerted the strength of eating small dried fish, grabbed the blood race by the collar, and dragged hard, intending to drag the stiff blood race out of human sight.But the blood race is a tall adult male, and he is just a kitten weighing more than ten pounds...

It's all that Labrador's fault!I don't know whose dog is running wild outside, but no one cares about it.

The orange cat suddenly discovered that the Labrador that was chasing it had disappeared.All that remained in front of him was the colder than usual face of the vampire.

Yes, the blood race was angry, and it was a very serious kind.

The orange cat knows that no matter how the blood race loses its temper, as long as it rolls around, tilts its head and rubs its trouser legs and fires three consecutive shots, and the other party can return to its original state and surrender in at most 3 minutes.

But today the orange cat took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, licking off the cream on the blood clan's face, and the blood clan's face was still like a mask.Only the two lake-blue eyes were frozen into ice, following the orange cat non-stop.

There was no other way, the orange cat had no choice but to obediently climb onto the back of the blood race, twisting its body, trying to wipe off the cream on the blood race.But the blood clan took a step faster, raised his arms, and the orange cat was swung half a circle in the air, and finally, like a bag, was caught between the blood clan's arms.

"Hold on to me." The orange cat heard the blood race say without emotion.

What?The orange cat is puzzled.However, he is very clear about the strength of the blood clan's arms, and sooner or later he will not be able to hold on to this posture.

"Three, two, one..."

Before it got into a good pose, the orange cat felt its world spinning, and the chilly wind was blowing towards its face, making it want to cry.The quiet air became noisier and louder, and then became quiet in an instant.

The orange cat quietly opened its eyes and found that it was sitting in the car of the blood clan.

The blood clan is really angry!

Usually, he would not even let the orange cat walk from the door to the car, he had to hug it himself—what if the meat balls stain the seat?But now, the cream in his hair is all stuck to the leather seat.But he didn't seem to care at all, as if he just wanted to get home quickly, to a place where there were no people.

Orange Cat originally planned to make some jokes, but upon seeing this posture, he quickly shut his mouth and eyes, and obediently pretended to be asleep in the passenger seat.

Maybe the weather is too good and the sun is too warm, or maybe the orange cat is really tired. Not long after closing his eyes, the radio in the car becomes like a voice from outside, and the face of the blood race in front of him is gradually blurred...

When waking up, the orange cat found itself dangling in the same way again, but this time the shivering location was shifted to the blood clan's home.

The bloody man carried himself on his shoulders, and took off all the way, from the door to the bathroom, with the sweet and greasy smell of milk on his head, and his body was completely clean.

The orange cat's heart was aroused, and he rushed to get closer, but after half a second, it realized that something was wrong.

This is the bathroom, the place to take a bath, and the bathtub is full of water.

The exercise that orange cats hate the most is taking a bath!

don't want!The orange cat reacted, and began to bark again, swinging its body wildly.

Although the blood race carried it around in various ways every day during this period, the strength of the arm still couldn't compete with the orange cat's increasing weight. In addition, the blood race almost used up all the hands to lift the orange cat today, and began to lose its strength.But he is unwilling to give up, unwilling to compromise, unwilling to admit defeat in the struggle with the orange cat.

The bathroom is a place with a special aura. If a person and a cat wrestle together, they will inevitably approach the bathtub.

The orange cat stared at the blood clan, thinking, your calf is sticking to the edge of the bathtub!Don't surrender yet, be careful to fall in!

Of course, the blood race couldn't understand its inner voice, and stubbornly fought against it, but the tilt of its body became more and more intense...

"Don't! Don't! You're like this..."

poof.

One person and one cat slid into the bathtub in embarrassment.

The blood race above finally became quiet.The cream mixed with hot water slid down his hair strand by strand. The orange cat looked at it and felt disgusted.Reluctantly, it took a deep breath, rolled in the bathtub twice, felt that its fur was almost soaked, and then poked its head out.

As a result, it directly bumped into the eyes of the blood race, and was startled.

What does he want to do? !eat me? !The orange cat thought about it, of course he wanted to eat himself.

The blood race opened its mouth wide.The orange cat closed her eyes obediently.

That's good, I can walk cleanly.

"I just want you to wait for me at home."

Instead of sharp pain, what the orange cat waited for was the soft words of the blood clan.It quietly opened its eyes, and found that the blood race no longer bared its teeth and claws like before, but had a very depressed expression.

"But you said to go to work, obviously not." The orange cat was also soft-hearted, with a lot of grievances simmering in its stomach.

"If I told you that I went to the dessert shop in front of the station to make cakes, you would definitely not stay at home obediently, would you?"

"That's for sure."

After blurting out, Orange Cat regretted it.The expression of "Sure enough" flashed across the face of the blood race.

"If I tell you, the surprise will be gone... The cake is for you." The blood clan stretched out his arm, and took out a leaflet from under the non-slip mat.

"Delicious food that both the baby and the owner can enjoy!" "Reward your beloved pet!"

The orange cat opened its mouth wide in disbelief.

"You usually stick to me so much, but I have to go to work. I guess you are lonely at home by yourself."

No, no, obviously you are sticking to me.

"Before you came, I was always alone. I was alone in my life, and I was always alone. Then you appeared, and the festival I was most afraid of in a year appeared."

The orange cat raised its head, its lake-like eyes looked at the blood clan quietly.It approached the vampire, raised its front paws, and the vampire put down its hand tacitly, sticking to its cotton candy-like meat ball.

"Fresh flesh is the best for us. But you are fat and lazy, and I can't even eat it."

The orange cat swiped hard a few times, getting into the range that the blood clan's arms could wrap around.

"It's not that you are very warm. I'm afraid of the cold. I accept living with you, so I gave up the idea of ​​using you as a food reserve. Absolutely not, and I definitely don't mean to keep you as a pet, and I don't think you More important than pets, not really, not at all, definitely not."

It's up to you to decide.Orange Cat thought.

"You ran past me, I don't know if being the master...ah no, friend... no, no, no, no, hunter, yes, your hunter is qualified. I just heard, it is said that fresh A happy body is the tastiest, so I hope to surprise you."

As if exhausting all his strength, the blood patriarch sighed, climbed out of the bathtub, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and rushed out the door.

"Don't go yet! Just wait a moment!" Seeing that the blood race was about to close the bathroom door, the orange cat shouted, "Li Xiaoen, wait!"

For the first time, the orange cat called the blood clan by first and last name.The blood race had to stop and face it again.

The orange cat ran out of the bathtub, skillfully climbed up the blood clan's bathrobe, and climbed onto the blood clan's shoulders.The blood race seemed to understand what it was going to do, gathered its wrists, and finally stopped in front of the blood race.

When the blood race was not paying attention, the orange cat suddenly moved, aimed at the blood race's lips, and imprinted a furry kiss.

The blood race was unprepared and took a few steps back.There was only a loud "boom", and the light orange smoke separated him and the orange cat.

But in a few seconds, on the other side of the smoke screen, the cute, pitiful, and even more cute and pitiful orange cat disappeared, replaced by——

living people.

To be precise, the cub who started clinging to the vampires for sugar even when he couldn't walk was poking in front of the vampires.

"Meow! It's not surprising, surprise... meow surprise... joy!" Orange cat, no, human cub, trying to hold up a smile.