The days of being a cat in Japan

Wearing a 'Super Cat' costume and handing out lucky bags, the raccoon cat is now the most popular creature in the entire department store.

No matter where it goes, there are cheers. People not only hold up their mobile phones to click at it, but also reach out their hands hoping to get lucky blessings from it.

The raccoon cat with its head upright strode on the non-slip tiles of the department store with its tail upright. If it wasn't for the fact that the cat's joints were not suitable for going forward, Xu Jie would not even be able to bend his knees by now.

This is the second batch of lucky bags distributed by Xu Jie after opening for business, and the cihuamao, who knows his work well, has mastered the rhythm very well.

It satisfies the appetite of the customers who enter the shopping mall, and prevents them from becoming anxious because of excessive waiting. The scale of this is quite good.

The temporary cat assistant Ms. Yoshiko who has been walking beside it is very admired when she sees this. She thinks this raccoon cat is worthy of being a famous celebrity cat, and it is really different from other ordinary cats.

Not only is it smart and cute, but its cleverness is far from being comparable to other animals.

Thinking about it this way, Ms. Fangzi is actually quite ashamed, because as a human being, she thinks that if she is in the same position, she will not be able to do everything like a cat. She really deserves to be a great teacher.

The adoring gaze of the assistant lady and the shouts of the surrounding crowd made the cihuamao seem to be in its own kingdom, receiving the cheers of its subjects. This feeling is like walking on the clouds, and the feet are light and light.

From time to time, the cihuamao who is in a good mood will choose a lucky guy to give out his lucky bag, and whoever receives the blessing will give a loud shout and smile happily.

This feeling is the same as winning ten yuan in the lottery. The amount of money is not a problem, but this feeling of being lucky is absolutely unique.

Just when the cihuamao, who was looking left and right, was about to learn how to walk sideways because of excessive excitement, it suddenly heard a burst of soft exclamations from downstairs.

Soon the sound of exclamation spread inward like a sea wave, as if something extraordinary came from downstairs.

Meow, is it possible that the department store invited other guests to help out besides the cat?

Well, this is not impossible, after all, last time besides the cat, they also invited a host to warm up the event.

Ha, the person downstairs seems to be very popular, so I want to see who dares to fight me.

The raccoon cat, already immersed in the dream of the "king", strode proudly to the outermost side of the floor and looked down through the thick fence glass.

I saw a gathering place surrounded by people in the lobby on the first floor, and surrounded by them was actually a big black cat with a strong figure and a large piece of dried fish in its mouth.

The arrogant look on the raccoon cat's face disappeared instantly after seeing the big black cat downstairs, replaced by an excitement that couldn't be concealed.

The raccoon cat first quickly lifted its forelimbs to touch the thick glass of the fence, but because the glass was very slippery, the cat's plum blossom paws with pads couldn't support it, so it slid down when it touched it.

However, this does not affect the mood of the cihuamao. It slides down and then touches up, slides down and touches up again and again, just like a brainless dog playing on the wall.

Not only that, the civet cat's proud, vertical tail also began to swing back and forth regularly, and its good mood was fully revealed on its tail.

As if aware of his partner's gaze, the big black cat that had been standing in the lobby suddenly raised its head to the upper left, and the lively raccoon cat was there.

The eyes of the two cats met in mid-air, and the cihuamao seemed to see Mo with a big dried fish in his mouth, and the whiskers around his mouth moved up slightly.

Afterwards, the big black cat, which was standing still, suddenly walked forward, aiming at the rolling elevator not far away.

Although there are many people around it to take pictures and ask for autographs, no one dares to stop in front of it and block its way when it is walking.

After all, the big black cat's fierce fighting power is as well known as its loving wife and becoming a demon. If something bad happens to anger it, it would be too embarrassing to be beaten by a cat.

The big black cat will not easily use the vertical elevator that goes straight up and down, because the number board on it is too high for the cat to reach, and because of the big black's temper, it doesn't like being locked in a closed elevator, but it will place of activity.

So the civet cats who were having fun on the seventh floor saw their big black jumping up and down the escalator, the speed was much faster than the escalator, and the ladies who were guarding the elevator and safety kept exclaiming .

It took less than two minutes for the big black cat to climb all the seven floors, and then came to the raccoon cat with dried fish in its mouth without taking a breath.

The onlookers gave warm applause to the brave performance of the big black cat, but Mo didn't like it very much, because except for the little raccoon cat, it never cared about other creatures' evaluation of itself.

The blossoming raccoon cat meowed and rubbed its body around the big black cat with such a sticky vigor that Miss Yoshiko, the cat assistant, couldn't help but blush.

The civet cat, who didn't care, moved its head to the mouth of its own big black cat, sniffed the dried fish it was holding, and then licked its own mouth with its tongue, stimulated by the delicious smell emanating from it.

Meow, this is the dried fish specially made by Mrs. Fujimoto and grandma for the cats. It is directly dried without adding salt. It is perfect for cats as a snack.

In addition to these dried fish, there are also small biscuits with less oil and less sugar, and pork shops with low salt and sugar. This thing was made by the Fujimoto family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and Miss Junko for a week before making it for the pets at home. healthy snacks.

Since Cihuamao started to lose weight, the doctor ordered the big black cat to bring back less outside food for Cihuamao. After all, the snacks at home are healthier, and it is more convenient for him to calculate the specific calorie intake of pets every day.

So from that day on, most of Xu Jie's afternoon tea and midnight snacks became homemade snacks.

The raccoon cat, which was licking its lips so much because of the dry fish, turned its head and meowed at its 'assistant'.

Meow, meow~ Miss Yoshiko, please don't be in a daze, okay?It's time for the cat to eat, please find a suitable place, spread the blanket in your arms, and put the greaseproof paper inside on it, the cat will eat with Mo.

Miss Fangzi, who couldn't understand cat language or understand cat movements, looked at the raccoon cat that kept winking like herself in a daze. She didn't understand what Teacher Dasheng wanted to express.

The raccoon cat on the ground hopped and gesticulated for a long time, seeing that the lady was still frowning and wondering what she wanted to do, the black line went straight down.

Meow, forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the movements, the cat will come by itself.

Thinking so, the raccoon cat took a few steps straight away, jumped up and pounced on it, and bit off the blanket of the cat that Miss Fangzi was holding in her arms.

Miss Fangzi, who was mobilizing all the imagination in her mind to figure out what Master Dasheng wanted to do, was awakened by this action, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Master Dasheng, what are you going to do?"

Meow, what are you doing?The cat wants to eat food, but you can't understand it, so the cat has to move its claws by itself.

Otherwise, when you can guess what the cat wants to do, the snack may have to become lunch.

Adhering to the fine tradition of moving its own claws to make enough food and clothing, the civet cat took the four corners of the blanket, carefully put them away one by one, spread out the greaseproof paper wrapped inside, and then called the big black cat to come closer Come and eat fish.

The big black cat, which had been waiting obediently with a large piece of dried fish in its mouth, heard its partner's call, stepped on the blanket with light steps, and leaned against the cihua cat's fur.

After working for most of the morning, the cihuamao, who wanted to rest at this time, curled up his limbs like a standard farmer.

The fat one calling other cats to come up to eat... er, it is a slightly fat cihuamao, but it doesn't intend to start at all.

The big black cat lying next to it knew his little raccoon's temper very well. Seeing this, he lowered his head very consciously, put the dried fish in his mouth on the greaseproof paper, then lowered his head and began to tear it.

The dried fish has already lost most of the moisture in the body, and now they have lost the tenderness of the past, and have turned into a hard and tough texture.

For people with bad teeth, this kind of hardness and toughness is a kind of trouble, but for big black cats, tearing them is not much better than tearing a piece of white paper.

Soon some dried fish the size of an adult's palm were crushed into lumps the size of a thumb belly by the big black cat, and then the big black cat bit one of them, raised its head and sent it to Xu Jie.

The civet cat, with its paws kicked and its tail curled up, gladly accepted the services of its own big cat, purring while eating, not forgetting to pick up a piece occasionally, and put its head over to the big black cat's mouth.

The two cats bite each other, and the lingering eyes and movements made the people around them mistakenly think that they saw countless pink bubbles floating up from there.

Ms. Fangzi, who just graduated and is still single, felt that she was shot while lying down.

It's okay to work overtime during the holidays, but to be an assistant to cats, you have to endure their abuse of dogs.

Alas, I really can't live like this anymore, I must work hard to get promoted, so as not to be sent out to do this kind of assistant job that may be abused into Wang at any time.