Milk Meow Breeding Diary

But this little gift cost She Chuxiao half a month's salary.

The doctor vaccinated it for the first time, cleaned and nursed it, and finally sold She Chu a bag of cat snacks, cat toys and goat milk powder.

After cleaning, the kitten is very beautiful and lovely. It is not a popular and expensive cat breed in the market, but the most common variegated cat. The white fur has black and gray markings, and the black stripes on the soft tail look like cats at first glance. A kneaded little peach heart.

She Chu put it into the cat bag lined with flannelette very lightly, thanked the doctor, and went home with this small New Year's gift from heaven and the big and small bags of cat utensils in the cold wind.

Kitten is very good, but too dependent on him.

At 02:30 in the morning, She Chu had to get up again because of the slight noise from the living room, picked up the restless kitten from the nest covered with soft blankets, held it in his palm, and ran his fingertips down its back. , the little milk cat closed his eyes and smacked his lips, then rubbed his face against his palm dependently, sniffing the smell of goat milk powder between his fingers, and then settled down.

——In fact, its sound was very small, not clear enough for She Chu in the bedroom to hear it immediately, but She Chu was worried, and kept paying attention to the beige cat nest in the living room, so whenever the milk cat had something He can feel the movement immediately.

The winter nights were cold and cold, and because she lived alone, She Chu got by without installing floor heating. He walked around the living room with the little milk cat in his arms and couldn't bear the cold anymore. He hesitated and looked at the little kitten in his palm. The milk cat, after thinking about it again and again, still couldn't resist the cold and sleepiness, took the cat back to the bed in the bedroom.

There was still warmth in the quilt, and as soon as he put the kitty next to the pillow, the kitten staggered subconsciously towards the warm blanket with its eyes closed, and She Chu almost crushed it when she lay down, feeling sleepy. I was half scared.

She Chu had no choice but to gently pick it up again, put it into the simple nest built with her own scarf next to the pillow, and smoothed its fur with her fingers. The little milk cat shook its tail, He wrapped it lightly around his fingertips, and then he seemed to be falling asleep, and he could hear a very light snoring.

Perhaps she was infected by this little guy, and She Chu soon fell into a deep sleep again.

The first ray of sunlight in winter failed to wake She Chu through the heavy gauze curtain, but the furry touch on the side of her neck and the cat hair that accidentally entered her nose with her breathing woke She Chu up.

His right hand stretched out from the quilt almost all night, covering the kitten's body to comfort and smooth its fur. At this time, when he woke up, he subconsciously lightened his strength and habitually used his index finger to gently rub the kitten's back. ——then rubbed a blank.

She Chu felt a little flustered in his heart, he was really afraid that the little milk cat would crawl into his bed and be crushed by his unconscious turning over.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked into the scarf nest at hand, but there was a white fluffy thing with black spots in front of him. She Chu was startled for a while before he realized that this little kitten crawled out of the scarf again at some point. Come out, climb up to his neck and nestle.

This is not a good habit, and a kitten cannot be allowed to develop this way of sleeping.

She Chu had a headache, and was about to get up and lift the kitten away, when she felt that the kitten woke up unsteadily, raised her face in a daze, and rubbed her furry face against the side of her neck , and then leaned up, touched his cheek lightly, and made a very soft "meow", as if he was acting like a baby.

She Chu had no choice, her headache turned into helplessness.

He got up very gently, fearing that the down quilt would crush the kitten, so he took the scarf again and warmed it up before gently putting it on it, and got up slowly to wash up.

On the second day of the new year, She Chu cooked herself a pot of quick-frozen dumplings for breakfast. While waiting for them to be cooked, she hurried to the living room to mix a cup of goat milk powder with warm water, and prepared to feed it to the little milk cat—cats are not lactose-free. He couldn't bear it and couldn't drink milk, but the kitten was too small, and he was afraid that it wouldn't be able to eat cat food, so She Chu had to buy goat milk powder. As far as he could remember, he hadn't drank such an expensive thing a few times since he grew up.

When She Chu was about to go back to the bedroom and prepare to take the kitty out for breakfast, she opened her mouth subconsciously, but remembered that she hadn't named the kitty.

The little milk cat was already awake, probably because She Chu was not around, it opened its eyes on the pillow and sniffed around anxiously, making soft noises from its throat from time to time, and the scarf that was originally on it was also taken away. It scratches open.

She Chu approached and picked it up, only to see that a small piece of the pillow towel had been soaked, She Chu was stunned, somewhat dumbfounded, lowered her head and gently scratched the little milk cat's chin with her fingertips, and sighed helplessly : "You... why did you get into trouble when you first came here?"

But he still took the little kitten to the living room to feed goat milk powder, poured the mixed milk powder into a clean cup and put it in front of the little kitten to drink it by itself.

He didn't know how the little milk cat was taken to eat by the mother cat before, but it obviously didn't know how to drink goat's milk. He saw it hesitantly and tentatively sticking out the tip of its tongue and licking the edge of the cup lid, tasting the goat's milk powder. The taste was novel and puzzled. He tilted his head and raised his face to look at She Chu, then buried his face down and licked the edge of the cup lid with the soft tip of his tongue, making the tip of his nose and the hair on his face wet with goat milk.

Seeing that it didn't repel her, She Chu was slightly relieved, turned around and went to the bedroom to remove the pillow towel and wash it. Before he remembered the dumplings still cooking in the kitchen, he received a call from his mother.

This phone call was undoubtedly the consequence of his impulsive blind date yesterday. She Chu sighed inwardly, rubbed the space between her brows wearily, and hung the washed pillow towel to the balcony before answering the phone. While listening to the phone, the parents on the other end He questioned angrily, while watching the little milk cat licking goat milk casually.

He just accepted all the criticisms as always, filially and gently, but this time he didn't coax his mother anymore. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said: "It's innate, I can't change it, There is no way to change it.

Don't let me hurt other girls. "

It was of course a very unpleasant call.

She Chu threw the phone into the sofa with a little force, and finally remembered the quick-frozen dumplings he was still cooking, turned around and went to the kitchen to scoop the boiled and lumpy dumplings into a bowl, and brought them to the table to eat. He raised his eyes occasionally, and happened to meet the little milk cat who was looking at him curiously, and suddenly realized that he was not eating as well as a little milk cat.

But he just hooked his lips in a funny way, and gently rubbed the little milk cat's head when it was looking at him and the bowl, and said softly, "You can't eat this."

The little milk cat meowed in disappointment, and then immersed itself in licking off the goat milk that She Chu had refilled for him in the lid of the cup, splashing it all over the surrounding tabletops.

Xu Shi was so tormented that he really lost his temper. Seeing the little milk cat like this, She Chu was not angry, so he had to clean up the table angrily, and carried the little milk cat to the bathroom to wipe its fur with a dry towel. It has a pure and mellow milky fragrance.

When it was in She Chu's arms, it was very quiet, and would look up at him.

Under the light, the eyes of the little milk cat are not black, but light brown, like a piece of clear and clear amber, very beautiful.

This is the weekend with the New Year's Day holiday, but She Chu felt as tired as when he was at work. He slumped on the sofa and turned on the TV to find a variety show that he usually watched. I don't know any works.

He didn't realize it himself, this was his long-accustomed way of using such a little noisy voice to pretend that his life wasn't so lonely and monotonous.

But today seems to be a little different.

The little milk cat that She Chu had put to sleep in the cat's nest tried hard to crawl towards him with its short legs, circled around his feet, raised a paw and gently tugged at his trousers, gently "Meow" softly and delicately.

She Chu recovered from the fugue watching TV, lowered her head to look at it, met its beautiful eyes that seemed to be shining with dependence, bent over and hugged it to her lap.

The little milk cat seemed to notice that he was in a bad mood, and purred a few more times from his throat, arched his head on his sweater, then lay down on his lap, spread out his soft and furry belly, and looked up at She Chu Called a few times.

She Chu put her palms on its stomach and rubbed it lightly in doubt, and saw the little milk cat squinting its eyes comfortably, and its little tail wagging slightly. When he was about to withdraw his hand, he hurriedly used all four paws together to hug Holding his hand and not letting him move, he is simply a coquettish ghost who is used to being clingy.

She Chu moved the palm held by him, and tapped the tip of its nose with her index finger, a little smile appeared in her eyes, remembering that she hadn't named this coquettish spirit yet.

"What's it called?"

"Meow meow?"

"Kitten?"

"Cubs?"

Every time he called out a title, the little milk cat would gently nibble on the tip of his index finger with its half-grown teeth, and softly licked his fingertip with the tip of its tongue when it heard the last address.

She Chu didn't notice the soft smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, she lowered her head and gently touched the little milk cat's forehead with the tip of her nose: "Okay, let's call it Zai Zai."

The author has something to say: Ma Ma, hurry up and throw some starfish for the cubs to drink sheep neinei~