cat bully

The next morning, I found myself in bed after a good night's sleep, and I was a little upset, which means nothing happened last night.There is no need to look at the camera, it should be full of my beautiful sleeping posture.

I walked out of the bedroom, and as expected, the cat had been waiting on the sofa for a long time, just waiting for me to serve it tea and water.

I shaved the messy hair on the top of my head and said to it, "You are so awesome, why don't you make yourself something to eat?"

While I was talking, I brought cat food for it. When I turned around, I found that it had opened the refrigerator door and rolled out a bag of bread. The bread bag was scratched by its claws, revealing the toast inside.

At the moment, it is lying on the ground, leisurely enjoying the goat cheese toast, which seems to be delicious, causing it to stick its tail behind it and wag it from side to side as a compliment.

Seeing its enjoyment, I immediately tore open the bag in my hand, grabbed some cat food, put it in my mouth, and started chewing.

It ate bread, I ate cat food, and we both ate it with great relish.

But I don't enjoy it as much as it does. I feel panicked in my heart——Mother, my cat owner is so capable, what do you want me to do?I guess I will become the shit-shoveling officer with the lowest presence in the world!

To be honest, it's not that I adopted it, but that it followed me.

After the military training that day, my mother urged me to go home for a meal. I took the high-speed train there, and it was a bit late when I came back. I ran into this cat while walking on the road.

I met it by chance, at most it was a passer-by, but after it brushed shoulders with me, it didn't "pass by". It turned around and followed me all the way to the door of my community.

I stood in front of the door, not knowing what to do with it, I had no idea there were stalkers in the cat world.

But I can't figure out why it followed me. I don't look like a fish or a mouse, and I don't wear "cat food delivery" overalls, and I don't look like a cat sucker.

It can be said that I have nothing but good looks.

So this cat is either crazy about my face, or he is hungry and eager to find a shit shoveler.

But judging from the current situation, it doesn't need me to serve it, it can eat and sleep by itself, it can even defecate without a teacher, and it knows how to shoot at the sewer hole, saving water for flushing the toilet.

Why does such a self-reliant cat condescend to come to my little house?

Damn, I'm even more upset, the "mystery of falling out of bed" has not yet been solved, and there is another "mystery of raising a cat".