The last orange cat Omega [Interstellar]

At this time, the plants in the forest are still dense, but the temperature is already extremely low. From a distance, the tops of the mountains are covered with thin white snow, like a matcha sundae sprinkled with icing sugar.

It turned out that it was also winter in the dream.

The north wind was blowing head-on, and two brave little owls, together with their friend the little tit in a skirt, sang the song of brave warriors and flew through the dense forest towards the mountains.Before their eyes, an epic adventure unfolded.

——At least in Doudou's original plan, things should go like this.It's a pity that their big adventure only lasted... well, about tens of meters.

Then, DouDouFei stopped moving.

Of course, this is not a problem with the cat-headed owl—ahem, although Doudou is indeed fatter by a circle or two compared to ordinary owls of the same species, this is definitely not the main reason.

After all, the little owl is not a bird suitable for long-distance flight.When they usually hunt, they always like to stay at a commanding height, hide in the thick night, condescendingly observe and monitor the activity of prey within a certain range, and wait for the opportunity to move.

The opportunity is fleeting, and once it flashes, the little owls pounce in an instant.Spreading its wings and swooping, swift as lightning, dexterously shuttled among the branches, seeing obstacles as invisible, and a hunt ended quietly like a ghost.

But at this time, the little owl with the cat's head lying on the ground was limp like a pack of long-haired slimes, its raised tail feathers spread out, making its butt a bit bald.He originally wanted to take a fancy to a certain branch before he tried his best, and then stop and rest for a while coolly with the little tit, but now he was panting heavily, his chest wheezing like a whistle.It seems that even if you are as powerful as a ghost, you will still be panting if you gain weight.

"It's still daytime, far from the time when our little owl should be dispatched. Besides, the wings of meow are too new, so they don't work at all. The weather is so cold, we should have slept..."

DouDou muttered and explained, as if he was hypnotizing himself.

Mr. Shark Fin couldn't laugh or cry.Falling asleep in a dream, is it possible to open a second dream?But speaking of it, they are now in an unknown overlapping dream, and it seems that it is not much better than falling asleep directly in the dream.

DouDou let out a long breath, kicked his feet with difficulty, trying to turn himself over.Under these movements, he even had the leisure to spread his wings to protect his little tits.

"Oh, Meow remembered, Meow has a Queque on her head. It must not be that Meow is too fat, it's Queque's fault."

The little tit jumped off the head of the little owl, like a fallen leaf, and floated in front of Dou Dou's eyes.He tilted his head, staring at a pair of black peas, looking at DouDou without blinking.

Doudou rolled his eyes, and added a guilty conscience: "Good meow, it's not all Queque's fault, Queque is only a little bit wrong..."

The little tit's chest heaved deeply, and it seemed to be sighing heavily.

Mr. Shark Fin also flapped his wings and stopped aside.The little owl, who is also freshly baked, is also flying for the first time. He looks much more decent than Dou Dou, and obviously still has room for energy.

"We still have to act quickly. I feel that the wings are getting stiffer and stiffer. Maybe the temperature is dropping. Is it going to snow?" Mr. Shark Fin was worried, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Dou Dou fluttered his wings and wanted to stand up again.At this moment, the little tit flapped its wings and flew up.Doudou forgot to struggle, and stared at him blankly.

The little tit is also extremely cute when flying, with a round belly, which makes his wings short and small.As soon as the air flow moved, the fluffy skirt fluttered again, and the little tit still had a cold expression on its face.

The cool little tit flew to the top of Dou Dou's head, and scratched the back of Mao Mao's head.

Doudou was stunned for a moment, feeling the grip from the back of his neck, he involuntarily relaxed, and gave up his weight with confidence.

The little chickadee flapped its wings vigorously, and its tiny black claws tightly grasped the cat owl, and flew up with a whimper.

Inch, inch, and inch, DouDou was lifted off the ground little by little.

"Amazing!" Mr. Shark Fin exclaimed in admiration.

Such a small tit can actually fly a fat owl that weighs more than 20 times its own weight!

In the next second, Mr. Shark Fin choked.

I saw the little tit fluttering its wings silently and quickly, and the whole bird became round due to the force, but it still couldn't stop the little owl from falling down little by little.

Doudou kept quiet the whole time, hanging his head innocently.

Fortunately, before Doudou really fell to the ground, the little tit had successfully stabilized its body, picked up Maomao's head little by little, stumbled and scraped the ground, and flew towards the target direction at low altitude.

Mr. Shark Fin was so dumbfounded that he forgot to keep up for a while.

Until the sound of Dou Dou came not far or near.

"Follow meow, don't be lazy, you have rested too long! Hey, lazy Mr. Sharkfin."

Mr. Shark Fin's forehead was bulging with blue veins. If he hadn't seen that little tit working so pitifully, he would have rushed up to whip that cat's head and wings.

DouDou didn't know that Mr. Shark Fin had such outrageous thoughts in his mind.He is enjoying the scenery along the way while enjoying the scenery along the way-although he can't enjoy many valuable scenery at such a low altitude.If ordinary people are caught flying like him, and they are in the danger of being thrown down anytime and anywhere, their muscles will become stiff and uncomfortable.But Doudou is not an ordinary person, being taken care of by the little tit, not only does he not feel uneasy, but he is happy.

Doudou even had the leisure to cheer and encourage the little tits to sing.

Meow - ow - ow - old Wu - I want fish - meow~

Mr. Sharkfin pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, and finally put down his ear feathers to plug his ears in pain, and determined that it was a howl without any rhythm or beauty at all.

The poor little tit was shaken by the sound of meowing, and was about to fall tremblingly.

At this moment, another song came from the forest.Unlike Mao Maotou's improvisation, it's a real ditty.The singing voice is very light, but its penetrating power is extremely strong, spreading to the entire forest like a light and transparent tulle.Wherever the singing goes, there are chirping and chirping everywhere, like a tacit choir in harmony.

Doudou and the others realized that there were countless birds and beasts living in this seemingly quiet forest.

The singing gradually approached, accompanied by the crunch of trampling dead leaves.

Mr. Sharkfin's body stiffened, and he looked warily at the source of the sound—right in front of them.

With a flicker of sight, a person emerged out of the dense bushes.

It turned out to be human again!

The person who came was a tall and strong middle-aged man, dressed in an old gray cotton-padded jacket, with an armband on his left arm, a Lei Feng cap of the same color on his head, and a black bag slung across his shoulders. It looked like some kind of uniform.His face was broad and angular, with short gray stubble beneath his bronzed cheeks.There is a deep gap between the eyebrows, a pair of eagle eyes are piercing, but the corners of the mouth are unconsciously raised, and he looks like a good-natured and gentle person.

thump—

Mr. Sharkfin, who was too tense, didn't notice for a while, the whole bird hit the tree trunk, landed with a clatter, and was dizzy.

The little tit resignedly carried the bag and flew towards Mr. Sharkfin.

One step ahead of them was the man.He strode down to Mr. Sharkfin's side, squatted down (body) to check the unfortunate little owl.

"What's going on, why did you bump yourself into a tree?" the man said to himself.There was an obvious taste of dialect when he spoke, but it didn't affect understanding.

The man took off his gloves and held Mr. Shark Fin in his palm.His hands were very rough, covered with thick calluses, with mud lines that could not be cleaned all year round between the fingers, and there were many chilblains on the knuckles, and the cracks were as deep as a knife cut.Undoubtedly, these are a pair of powerful hands, so strong that they can easily break the neck of the little owl.

However, the man's movements were very gentle, so light that even Mr. Shark Fin couldn't muster up the energy to resist.

The man checked the dizzy little owl over and over again, and he let out a long sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem with the bones of the stupid little bird.

"Are you saying you're a little silly?"

The man pointed Mr. Shark Fin's head with his finger, and muttered a few words.

I really didn't realize that such a rough man turned out to be a chatterbox, and he could talk to himself to a bird.

DouDou squinted at the joke.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his head to look at DouDou and Xiao TitTit, showing a simple and honest smile.

"You two are interesting. Is such a small bird your wingman? It's your wingman. Forget it, I don't really understand."

wingman?Doudou frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with what the man said.

"Hey, you can still tilt your head. It's funny. Come on, I have something good here." The man fiddled with his backpack while talking.

"Come on, little fat bird!"

Little Fat Bird?

who is it?

DouDou turned his head coldly, turning around to fly.

"Don't go, little fat, quick, what do I have? Don't flap your wings, look how fat you are, fat like a chicken."

chick?snort.

DouDou actually didn't want to deal with this kind of blind human, but soon he couldn't pay attention to these details, because he saw the man pull out a handful of dried mealworms from his backpack.

Mealworms!

Tangerine Cat Doudou naturally has never tasted this kind of strange food, but at this moment, Maomaotou is still a small owl in essence.As an insect lover, which little owl can refuse a handful of delicious mealworms?

A real hero can stretch and bend—not only can he bend, but he can also bend over to perform a belly lick!

Doudou retracted his wings, and ran towards the man bouncing with his legs, making a crisp chirping sound.

The little tit hunched its neck and squatted on Dou Dou's back, pretending to be a lifeless and cruel ball of fur.

In a daze, Mr. Shark Fin seemed to notice Dou Dou's actions, and he really wanted to stop him, but his head was still dizzy, so he could only stare at Dou Dou's hairy back, clucking like a skilled chicken. rushed to the man.

The author has something to say:

Doudou: A cat like me is a dignified hero with a dignified body. Cats can be killed but not... No, cats cannot be killed or humiliated.Hmph, human, step back, you are not my opponent, don't make me want to kill

Human: Come, come, little chubby chicken, I have something delicious here

Doudou: ... Meow is here! ! !meow is chick jijiji

A good cat can bend and stretch, just don’t care about these details