Nine Lives, One Meow

Just when Lin Feng made a protracted war strategy for himself, and silently clenched the soft cat's claws against the moon and the shining stars in the sky, Chu Feiya had already returned home, and after taking off his shoes and entering the door, he habitually started He walked to the solid wood table and turned on his computer.

The bandaged right arm made him take off his coat a few beats slower, and there was a slight tingling pain from the wound, as if sternly reminding the man who hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night—it was time to rest.

The right hand, which has been dealing with the pen holder and the mouse continuously, began to feel unbearable and became very stiff.

He switched hands and rubbed between his eyebrows, hesitation was fleeting in his heart, Chu Feiya stood up and decisively closed the computer, turned around and went to the kitchen to warm himself a cup of milk that would help him sleep.

The current situation is not suitable for devoting himself to work wholeheartedly. He decided to catch up on sleep to restore his full state before reviewing the latest email from the US headquarters.

After washing up, he turned off the desk lamp casually, but his quiet eyes did not close immediately after the light in the room disappeared.

Although it was only three days since he returned home, there were some things worth pondering.

"Meow?" Lin Feng, who was squatting under the window of Chu Feiya's house, tilted his head, sat on the ground to stabilize his body balance, but nimbly raised his hind legs to scratch his chin that was tickled by something. , looking at the window that soon fell into darkness, full of doubts about the "abnormal" schedule of the benefactor today.

The two front paws are busy now.

Because Lin Feng was sharpening the cat's claws for himself, so as to facilitate the implementation of the next plan A - scratch the glass of the benefactor's house, and use his sincerity to impress the benefactor to open the window and let him enter the house.

It's only past eight o'clock now?Is the benefactor not feeling well?

The back paw unconsciously swept across the beard, and occasionally poked the tip of the nose, smearing a piece or two of dirt.Showing sharp and sharp front paws, the cat rubs back and forth on an unknown object, but its buttocks are firmly on the ground, making the thoughtful cat look very funny, even a gray soy sauce passing by Hui couldn't help but stop his little feet, covered his mouth and hid in the corner of the wall with a sneer.

"Squeak..."

It turns out that high-level races also have such stupid expressions!

Then a mouse came over and slapped the grinning one with its strong tail, "Fool, run! The damn squirrel is coming after you."

"Damn it, why is the furry squirrel chasing our mice? Didn't it always like to eat pine nuts?" Even the cats have made peace with the mice, why is the big-tailed guy so crazy?

Nowadays, compatriots of all ethnic groups living in cities have their stomachs fed up, and they will never move even if they put unpalatable food in front of them.

It has long been an ancient legend that cats eat mice.

Who wants to bite their mouth full?It will cause indigestion.Mice don't have the habit of bathing every day!

"Don't be fooled by fairy tales made up by humans. Do vegetarians really exist these days? Stop daydreaming! We grew up watching Tom and Jerry."

"Actually, it's dark now."

"Stop talking nonsense, run!"

"Whoosh-"

The two mice quickly got into a small hole and disappeared together.The squirrel, whose tail was a bit in the way, chased to the entrance of the cave, but because of its own size, it couldn't immediately shrink its body to follow.

"Hey..." Mr. Squirrel, who didn't want to give up his prey, just wanted to try to move his legs, but he raised his head inadvertently, so that it happened to meet a pair of beautiful golden eyes.

It is a high-level race!

The squirrel immediately turned around, dragged its big fluffy tail, and rushed in front of Lin Feng.

With a "swish", it knelt down in front of Lin Feng respectfully and piously, almost kowtowed, and the cat who was scratching its face with its feet was stunned for a while.

"Hey——" These days, it's not easy to meet a high-level race that is willing to transform into its original form. Anyone with a little cultivation doesn't like to continue to be an animal.

As a single squirrel living in the city, it was really lonely.

A few days ago, I met two mice who could only understand what it said. I just wanted to introduce myself so that they could have a deeper communication with each other, but they were scared away, and I didn’t have time to explain anything!

"Hey." Do you need any help?

Communicate with high-level races without worrying about ethnic language barriers.

"Meow!" Lin Feng immediately lowered his paw and nodded, and retracted the tip of the paw temporarily.

The reason why it was able to successfully jump up to the outer window sill on the second floor last night was that a four-wheeled vehicle that was forgotten by the construction team was parked downstairs as a pedal.

Now the car was pushed away by someone at some point, the downstairs was clean, there was not even a place to stop for a buffer, it was not easy for a cat of this size to jump up to the second floor.

Lin Feng briefly talked about his situation with Mr. Squirrel, and Squirrel quickly thought about it... Isn't it just a pedal, this little cat guy still looks very light, with enviable black hair, gray (!) The gloves and tail are also very beautiful, it is simply a perfect masterpiece of God.

It's such a bargain to be trampled for a friend of a high-level race at a time!

"Hey——" Mr. Squirrel bent down and bowed his back, it couldn't wait for Lin Feng to step on it quickly.

The squirrel's big tail landed on the ground softly, as if forming a natural staircase, which just happened to lead to the benefactor's bedroom, which made Lin Feng full of confidence.

Lifting his hips and tightening his abdomen, Lin Feng worked hard to adjust his swimming ring, flexibly twisting his limbs.

This jump must be done with force!

"Meow——" Lin Feng embarked on a road of no return, but it had no intention of turning back.

My benefactor meow, here I come~~

The cat's paws moved up the stairs with a very elegant movement, exuding the temperament of a high-level race to the fullest.

"Wow——" Mr. Squirrel, who thought he was strong and healthy, had no choice but to howl like a husky, dripping miserably and sweating profusely.

Waist... the most important and proud waist of a male...

QAQ Kitty, I completely misunderstood your weight.

Lin Feng was full of energy, with a smile on his face, and by a sense of inertia, he rushed to the window sill. It was about to stretch out its claws to scratch the glass of the benefactor's house, but the reason it met its face was not the window but the wall. ——

Don't!

"Meow——" Before the wall was completely covered, a shrill scream crossed the silent night sky.

"Huh—" In the bedroom, the man who had just fallen asleep suddenly stood up from the bed, and with his slightly trembling left hand, he covered his eyes that were not in focus.

The hair of the cat hanging in the air is strong.

The man with his legs crossed on the bed was stiff and his back felt cold.

(ㄒoㄒ)//Headache, pain in the buttocks, pain in the paws, how could this be so unscientific, I obviously jumped up facing the window, why would my head hit the wall?

Lin Feng was crying bitterly, his sharp claws had subconsciously unsheathed, and he tried his best to hang on the wall with a groove design, almost in a state where his limbs were hanging in the air, and even the downstairs was struggling for his perfect waist The distressed Mr. Squirrel could not help but break into a cold sweat for Lin Feng.

Brother cat, can you do it? Isn’t cats good at bouncing?

Nima, do high-level races like to play like this...

Really high ==!

The cat hangs by a thread.

Mr. Squirrel, who has long since lost the shelter of the jungle, has nothing to do about it. They used to have extraordinary achievements in climbing. Unfortunately, the long-term life on land has made most of the squirrels forget the enthusiasm and excitement of flying in the sky. They It has been a long time since I have even been close to real nature.

because there's none.

In the hustle and bustle of the city, you can't find a tree that makes you want to be close.

It is already very painful for them to be rooted here. As one of the best neighbors of the greens, the squirrels would rather give up their previous living habits and leave far away.

"Whoo-"

"Meow——" The cat's hair was wet with cold sweat, and Lin Feng watched helplessly as his body began to slide slowly, but he was powerless to stop it.

Although the speed is very slow, the endurance limit of the cat's claw is as fast as that of the bird.

Lin Feng's claws were worn out for nothing, and he didn't even touch the edge of the glass. It scratched the wall directly, and his forehead became more "full" after being baptized by the wall.

Me, me, me, in fact, I am not afraid of heights at all, and it will not be a big deal if I fall down, it is only the second floor...

"Meow..." This sound was full of bitterness and sweetness in Lin Feng's heart.

It closed its eyes without hope, silently retracted its paws, and prepared to bear the serious consequences caused by its own recklessness, but instead of falling into cat cakes as expected, it fell into the embrace of the unforgettable tobacco smell middle.

The trembling cat was scooped into the house just in time by the benefactor who opened the window.

Just when the situation was turned upside down, Lin Feng's eyes were blurred, but he insisted on raising his head, gently rubbing his favorite fur against the man's big warm hand, trying to lick and lick with his tongue, as if doing so would make him become at ease.

Chu Feiya still has lingering fears about that miserable cry, but looking at the pitiful little thing in his hand, there is only a deep sense of powerlessness left in his heart.

Why is this one again...

Before he could figure out how to deal with the cat, Lin Feng quickly fell asleep in his hands again.

Chu Feiya, "..."

Whether he fainted or fell asleep, he really didn't know.

The man closed the window and closed the curtains again.

After confirming that he would not throw Lin Feng out, Mr. Squirrel, whose waist had recovered to its original state, flicked his big tail, finally glanced in the direction of the window, and walked away with square steps.

Goodbye by fate, brother cat.

small theater--

Lin Feng burst into tears: I heard that the author's scumbag's home was disconnected from the Internet.

Chu Feiya: What does this have to do with you?

Lin Feng: Yes!If the product is not updated, how can readers feed it!

Chu Feiya raised his eyebrows: So?

Lin Feng's starry eyes flashed: Uncle Ya, please feed me enough for two days!