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The sound is slightly different from yesterday's meowing, not only with a vibrato but also a lot weaker.

What's wrong?Waking up and hiding under the bed?

Did he press it while he was sleeping?

What Douglas didn't realize was that his mind was now completely occupied by the cat he hadn't known for a day.

He put on the fur slippers next to the bed, squatted down and raised the bed curtain.

The puppet ran to the corner where it squatted last night.

"What's the matter?" He was helpless and funny, and opened his hand to the snow dumpling, gesturing for it to come out, "Why are you hiding under the bed again?"

"System." Chu Jing asked in his mind, while manipulating his cat-shaped body to walk towards Douglas, "What happened just now?"

"I'm very sorry, the maintenance personnel were debugging before, and there was a mistake in the operation, which caused the host to recover in a short time. The bug has been fixed now, and the host can switch states freely. I apologize again for the troubles caused to the host during this period of time. .”

Chu Jing obediently let Douglas hug him, and asked the system in a serious tone: "System, do you have an internal channel for the host to complain?"

He was about to be exhausted physically and mentally by the successive bugs and mistakes.

"Not yet." The system was stuck for a while, "But for the question raised by the host, I will suggest to the headquarters to improve it."

Chu Jing nestled in Douglas's arms, unable to lift his strength. Being woken up too early made him a little mentally tired now, and the forehead he accidentally knocked just now was still aching.

"Huh?" Apparently Douglas also noticed this. He reached out and brushed away the strands of hairs on the top of the cat's head that had been knocked in the opposite direction. of?"

He put the cat back on the bed and took a cotton swab and a stick of ointment in a white package from a drawer.

The extruded paste is also white. After applying it, Chujing felt that the place where it was knocked was cool, and the pain was instantly wiped away.

Under the smooth hair of the other hand, he couldn't help making a snoring sound.

"Don't hide under the bed anymore."

Although Douglas didn't know why his cat hid under the bed again this time, and it shouldn't be angry that he could come out obediently, but this behavior must not be condoned into a habit, just like this time, it might knock its head next time.

He decided to educate the tantrum cat well.

"Next time you get angry, you can tickle me."

"Do you remember?" He put the medicine back in place as he said, and finally frowned, pursed his lips, and met the puppet cat's eyes.

"Meow."

Receiving the cat's response, Douglas frowned.

Today was Sunday, and he didn't have to go to the Capitol for a meeting to review bills. It was still early in the morning, and he wanted to sleep a little longer, but then he thought, his cat woke up so early, maybe he was hungry.

"Meow? Are you hungry?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that something was wrong. He hadn't named the cat yet. "Meow Meow" was the name he used to call the little bastard Shun Kou.

Even if the cat doesn't know or understand that history, Douglas worries that the stuffed animal will think he's using it as a substitute for a punk.

The incident of the little bastard brought a great shadow to his childhood,

But after so many years, he has already come out, otherwise he wouldn't have told Chu Jing.

What's more, although this puppet cat looks like a little bastard, it has a different personality. The little bastard can scratch him three or four times when he is angry, and can even fight him for at least two days. This cat just thinks he bit him If the skin is broken, he can calm down in an instant, and he has to help him lick the wound.

It's much more worry-free to raise than a little bastard.

He can no longer call it "Meow Meow", even if he has no intention of using it as a substitute.

"Give you a new name." He suddenly remembered the boy who led him to meet the cat, "Your name is Xiaojing?"

Chu Jing didn't associate it with himself, and he didn't care much about the name, so he simply rubbed the other's hand to express his agreement.

"After washing up, I'll take you down for breakfast."

Because the cat rice made yesterday received a good response, so Douglas plans to continue making it this morning, but of course, change it to other flavors.

He carried the cat to the dining table and filled a small saucer with warm milk to cushion the cat's stomach while it waited for the food.

Looking in the fridge last night, Douglas saw salmon in it.

He processed the thorns inside, steamed part of it and chopped it into minced meat for the cat to make bibimbap, and made the rest into sashimi for himself as breakfast.

Douglas had a faint feeling last night, as if this cat was here to cure his anorexia, not only let him eat first, but the key point was that he didn't feel nauseated after eating.

Maybe it's a gift from God.

Douglas is an atheist, but when it comes to his cat, he doesn't mind romanticizing it.

On the other side, Chu Jing was worried about how to cure the speaker's anorexia. The other party only ate a little for dinner last night. He heard that anorexic would throw up if he ate too much, so he didn't dare to force the other party to continue eating.

Fortunately, the speaker didn't just cook his cat meal this morning, but also made sashimi for himself.

The speaker still doesn't eat much, but it's already a huge leap compared to yesterday.

One breakfast is a feast for everyone.

As soon as Chu Jing finished eating, he looked up, and saw Douglas' eyes on the Xingwang screen. Due to the security settings, he couldn't see the content of the other party's screen, but he noticed Douglas's downcast face.

"Meow?" What happened?

"Have you finished eating?" Douglas turned his attention to him, his face turned cloudy, and he put away the tableware, "I will take you out later."

Douglas carried him onto the aircraft, and Chu Jing watched the quiet manor and fields being left behind, replaced by a busy city scene.

They parked outside the petting area they had been to yesterday.

But this time, instead of going to the cattery, Douglas went straight to a pet supply store.

Seeing Douglas entering the door with the cat in his arms, the omega youth who was the shopping guide was a little surprised, but with a professional professionalism, he quickly put on a smile: "Welcome, may I ask what service Mr. Speaker needs?"

"What does a four-month-old cat need?" Douglas raised his hand holding the cat, "Please introduce me."

The omega youth looked at the puppet cat in his arms, his eyes flashed with amazement.

"Okay, please follow me." Not only because of the identity of the speaker, but also because of the beautiful puppet cat in the other party's arms, the young man's smile became more enthusiastic, and he was about to go from the cat food area to the cat toy area one by one. Introduce to the speaker.

He has seen many puppet cats, and most of them have their own immortals.

He is very good-looking, but it is the first time he has seen such a beautiful one in the speaker's hand.

If the speaker is happy, it would be great if he could touch him twice.

The young man led the speaker to the cat food area, and was about to introduce it, but Douglas' eyes froze. He pointed to the lying cat on the counter and asked, "Is that your cat?"

The young man glanced back. His little princess was lying on the counter looking at him in the little dress he had matched in the morning.

He laughed: "Yes."

Douglas stared at the cat with something intriguing in his eyes.