[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Bucky felt he should ask something, so he asked, "Do you need air conditioning?"

What's that on the faces of the little animals?

Bucky was silent for a moment, then turned his head to go to the warehouse, picked up the tools, and asked the Faceless Owl again: "Do you want a half-empty nest or a nest on the ground?" After thinking about it wrong, "It should be on the ground."

With the body length of the Faceless Owl, if it is placed in the air, it will have to hit the ceiling even with the height of the warehouse.

Bucky went to the workshop and picked a piece of stainless steel equipment, dismantled it, welded it into a ball, punched holes in it, and made a cage door. This is a simple hamster ball.

The Faceless Owl was quite satisfied with this, and stretched out its claws for the first time.

It was a pitch-black claw that was sharper than an eagle's claw, with a dark bottom and a light gray upper layer. The front part of the claw was like ink, with faint fluorescence, as if it had been quenched with a layer of poison.

It grabbed the hamster ball, "Cuckoo" turned its head to look at it, opened the door with its tentacles, and stuffed the Killer Mouse in.

The Killer Mouse, who had been very quiet all this time, suddenly quit and let out a scream of "Jie Jie!", the Faceless Owl let go of its claws, and the stainless steel ball fell to the floor. The Killer Mouse didn't know what to do wrong When a nerve was touched, he immediately started running wildly, spinning the stainless steel ball and rolling crazily on the ground.

The Faceless Owl flapped its wings. It didn't seem to understand what was going on. It chased after it with a "cuckoo" and blew its feathers step by step. It seemed that it had completely forgotten that it could fly, and it didn't even remember to use its tentacles to help. .

The Killer Mouse rolled fast, while the Faceless Owl chased clumsily.

Bucky: ...

If you are at a loss and don't know what to do, let's continue to make a nest.

It is preliminarily estimated that when the faceless owl is almost not completely upright, it basically walks on its tentacles, and its claws are bent and squatting almost all day long. Then the net height of this owl is likely to be more outrageous than what they observed with the naked eye. Maybe in More than 1.6 meters, taller than Damian.

Bucky didn't know the nesting standards of birds, so he set the nest at about one meter in diameter.

If it's a bird, would it be nice if it could squat in?

40cm height should be enough?

During the period, Damian came in and reminded: "We need to pull a horizontal bar, owls like to squat on high places."

So Bucky went to build the crossbar after paving the straw nest on the ground.

……

In the middle of the work, Bucky suddenly stopped and looked back at the Faceless Owl who was still chasing the hamster ball. After looking up and down for a long time, he found it difficult to judge, and there were no footprints on the floor.

"Cuckoo?"

Feeling the gaze, the Faceless Owl turned its head 180 degrees to look at Bucky.

Bucky: "...let me hug you to see how heavy you are."

"Gu???" The Faceless Owl didn't realize what it meant.

There are always some people in this world who are born with an aura that is at odds with animals. It is not uncommon to see a guy who can't even ride a well-trained female draft horse in the army. I don't know if his aura is too weak. Or what, once a docile horse is put on the back by this kind of person, it can't help but shake its head and want to bully it.

Bucky suspects that he, too, is one of those people who are naturally at odds with animals.

It's not that I will be bullied by animals, but simply unable to communicate, especially when facing animals alone, it really feels like I can only look at each other and cannot reach any consensus.

But he has to go now.

"Come on, let me weigh it." Bucky straightened up, took a deep breath, and walked over to hug the owl.

He can't hold an owl, but even if there is someone who can hold it, it doesn't make sense. No one knows how to hold an owl with a net height of 1.6 meters or more.

Bucky acted completely by instinct, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, quickly passed it under the owl's armpit, and across its chest. , and then exerted all his strength, trying to lift the owl up with a posture of sinking his dantian.

"Cuckoo?????" The faceless owl was completely confused by this scooping, and instinctively began to flap its wings, and immediately the feathers flew around.

……

At the door of the warehouse, Damian, who came to take wooden boards to nail a doghouse, was silent.

He really wanted to ask this Mr. Barnes why he was trying to hold a bird high?

And the birds don't cooperate at all.

Until the end, Bucky didn't understand how heavy the Faceless Owl was. The difference in dimensions would really make it difficult for the two sides to communicate, and the weight couldn't be intuitively felt by lifting it up. Maybe there was no weight at all for their dimensions. About the concept of "weight".

Bucky made the strongest crossbar as possible, about 1.2 meters above the ground. The Faceless Owl fluttered and landed steadily. Bucky pointed to the beams on the roof.

"You can play there too."

So the Faceless Owl croaked and hung up the hamster ball.

The hamster ball dangles like a swing on it.

The entire warehouse was instantly occupied by the screams of the Killer Mouse. The sharp screams penetrated the meninges, and in another sense, the left ear went in and the right ear went out.Bucky had to leave the warehouse quickly, and walked back with the tools, only to find that Damian had already nailed the kennel and was painting it. He chose a light green roof and bright yellow walls.

ZKR squatted aside, wagging his tail quietly, and his favorability for Damian rose in a manner visible to the naked eye.

"Where's Nucky?" Bucky asked.

Damian pointed to the cabin.

Cooking smoke curled up.

Bucky froze for a while, and it took him a long time to realize what had happened, showing an expression of disbelief.

It is true that he had heard all kinds of things about a little black cat who could cook from the letters written by Steven, but when this thing happened in front of his eyes, it was a completely different feeling.

He opened the door and entered the house.

The smell of food seemed to condense into a solid body, rushing towards his face and wrapping his nasal cavity.

Bucky was taken aback again.

Salt grilled small fish for two, fried chicken strips, and buckwheat bread were placed on the table.

The real protagonists are two bowls of special soup. All kinds of vegetables, mushrooms, and chicken thighs are all cut into thin strands that are slightly thicker than a hair. Stew together to make a thick soup, and put a transparent vermicelli on it.

Bucky's stomach growled suddenly.

He couldn't understand why he had to spend so much thought on food, but he couldn't deny that the food's attack power was outstanding.

Damian, who didn't know when he got in, was accustomed to Naqi's craftsmanship, and had already sat down. Naqi, who had squatted on the table early, squinted his eyes, and yanked Damian's dirty paw away with his tail.

"Meow." Go wash your hands.

"Hmph!" Damian, who was threatened, was actually not angry, and really went to wash his hands with an angry bun face.

If there are other cubs here, they will definitely jump up in fright, and firmly suspect that their fourth child is possessed by strange things.

Bucky was stunned, looked down seriously at his dirty paws just after working, and then looked at Naqi who was squinting and staring at him, he was honest in an instant, and walked directly to the sink.

"Is it always like this?"

One big and one small get together to wash their hands, the kind that starts three times.

Bucky asked Damian in a low voice while rubbing bubbles, and Damian, who was grinding his teeth at the hand sanitizer and carefully cleaning every nail crevice, turned his head and gave Bucky a look.

"No, it must be because your work and rest situation is too bad, so Naqi will take care of it himself."

And then he suffers!

Because when Naqi corrects a person's work and rest habits, he will never allow negative cases in the surrounding area, or he will be expelled, or he will go to bed early and get up early together, and make progress every day!

For unknown reasons, Bucky felt a bit guilty.

After washing my hands, I put on a scarf. The temperature of the food is just right. The soup, which was boiling hot just now, is now warm. The skin of the grilled fish is very crispy, but the inside is not completely cooled, which is just right.

Bucky thought regretfully, if Steven was present, the two of them could drink beer with grilled fish and clink glasses.

"Meow."

Natch yelped.

Bucky raised his head in doubt, and was shocked the moment he looked at Naqi, and quickly put away that thought.

What to drink and eat.

After the meal, Bucky and Damian naturally wash the dishes. Unlike others, Damian will not react to Bucky's loss of a hand. He will not help Bucky wash the dishes, or even Willing to care about whether Bucky will break the plate is completely a normal state of life.

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was really afraid that the kid would do everything and make the scene too embarrassing.

The power supply here is mediocre, and Bucky is used to sleeping at sunset, but Naqi thinks this is a good habit, so he drives Damian to sleep on the sofa.

Spread bird nests to make hamster balls and toss a huge bird shelf.

After being so exhausted, even Bucky felt sore muscles. He simply took a shower and then lay down. As soon as he sat down on the bed, he felt something was wrong.

The beds were a little sunken and warm.

???

It's not a good place for pretty girls to pop up and have an affair.

Bucky immediately became alert, grabbed the stick next to him, raised his foot to hook the edge of the quilt, and lifted it off in one go. With the sound of "Hula", the quilt fell to the ground with Bucky's strength, revealing the little guy hiding under his head.

"Meow?"

Naqi, who was already asleep, raised his head, and looked at Bucky with golden eyes in a daze on the edge of falling asleep. His eyes looked abnormally black and round in the dark night, and seemed to be able to absorb all the emotions around him.

Bucky: "How do you...?"

Naqi didn't respond to his question, but turned lazily under the quilt.

During the time spent with Stark, Naqi gradually got used to the way of resting in bed, and now he knows how to roll without wrinkling the cloak.

It rolled half a circle and lay down on its side, with a leisurely and lazy look, gently hooking the tip of its black tail.

Bucky was very stiff, not knowing what to do.

"Are you a male cat or a female cat?" The angle was so subtle that he couldn't see clearly.

In Bucky's opinion, if the cat has intelligence, it should be treated as an equal creature, and if it sleeps together, gender is something that needs to be paid attention to.

He tried to flip Natch's back, but was pulled away by a tail.

The little black cat's fighting power is not weak, and when the tail goes down, there is a bright red mark on the back of the hand.

Bucky, who was in a tangle, didn't notice that Natch rolled his eyes a little.So far, many humans have been curious about its gender, but there are only a few who really care about it and actively explore it.

Nightwing, Stark, Bucky.

The first two are "playboys" in different senses, so what about Bucky?

Naqi looked at the human curiously.

In the end, Bucky didn't find a chance to spy on Naqi's gender, so he could only lie down resignedly, convincing himself that maybe the cat had just been TNRed, and he was still thinking about his balls, so he was inevitably a little sensitive.

Instinctively, Natch felt that the Twoleg was thinking about something to be beaten, and moved its paws.

Bucky immediately lay down obediently and went to sleep.