[Comprehensive British and American] Bat Game

It was late at night, and the living room was dark. Peter walked into the living room quietly, opened the refrigerator, and stared at the contents in a daze.

What is suitable for kittens to eat?

In other words, even the paws are so soft that it doesn't hurt to smack people, what is suitable for a kitten to eat?

He didn't get slapped on the face by the kitten, squatted on his face and brushed his hair, and didn't bite his ears and chin's Adam's apple with his soft teeth.

...It's not soft at all!

Neither the claws nor the fangs are soft at all!

Although he was bullied by a cat, a kitten of a few months old, but Peter made a mistake first and offended the cat. In addition, the kitten still kept his sense of proportion, so he didn't resist. Struggled for a few minutes under the cat's paws.

Seriously, that cat, like, really, can understand human speech?

Peter sometimes talks to animals, but he knows that those animals can't understand him, and they won't talk to him friendly at all.

He didn't expect or expect that there are animals that can understand many of his troubles, that would be too scary.

The strange thing is that he was a little... terrified because the little milk cat seemed to understand his own words?

But after the little milk cat scratched, bit and licked, he inexplicably took it for granted.

It is convenient for people to be good-looking, but for a cat to be good-looking, it may also be convenient to understand human language...?

Peter picked out the things in the refrigerator, probably taking all the cats could eat, then quietly closed the refrigerator door and went upstairs.

When passing by Aunt Mei's door, he held his breath and listened, it was fine, Aunt Mei was still sleeping, she was not woken up by him, and she would not suddenly open the door and call to stop him.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he returned to the room without making a sound as much as possible. The little kitten was still lying on the bed, with its face buried between its paws, the front half of its body was lowered, the second half of its body was raised slightly, and its tail was wagging from time to time.

Cat wagging its tail as if it's a harbinger of an attack?

Peter cautiously stopped a few steps away from the bed, revealing the food in his arms to raise his head and stare at his milk cat quietly.

The milk cat sat up straight, with its tail circled by its feet. It stretched out its paws in front of its eyes and licked it. It tilted its head and looked at Peter expectantly.

This head tilt is too cute, and it has no intention of attacking. Peter walked a few steps, put all the things in his arms on the bed, nodded, and asked hesitantly: "What can you eat?"

Jason is also the first time to be a cat, so he has no experience at all, and he doesn't know what cats can eat.

He blinked, looking seriously at the food on the bed in front of him.

Maybe it's because his orange cat body is condensed by the system. Unlike ordinary cats, Jason can't see some colors and taste sweetness. He, like humans, can see the colors that humans can see, and can taste to the taste that humans can taste.

As for whether he can eat...

This is not sure.

Then, Peter saw that Jason Meow solemnly stretched out a paw, held down a pack of milk, pushed it aside, and began to stare at the pile of food again.

Well, the milk has just been taken out of the refrigerator and it is a little cold. Even if this little milk cat chooses, Peter will not give it a drink.

He reached out to reach for the package of milk, and was slapped by the cat's paw.

Jason looked up at him and meowed.

Peter swears that his spider senses understood the meow, and it was an absolutely brutal "Don't touch my stuff!".

He smiled helplessly, and raised his hands to signal, "Okay, okay, I won't move your things."

Obviously mine!

These were still downstairs in the fridge 3 minutes ago!

Jason Meow carefully pulled the milk over and sat down under him, completely avoiding the worry of the milk being robbed.

In fact, he was right to be cautious. Except for the milk under his body, the other foods he excluded were all glued by Peter with spider webs while he was staring, planning to go downstairs and put them back in the refrigerator later.

There were so many things missing from the refrigerator all of a sudden, and if he didn't return some, Aunt Mei would definitely find out that he couldn't explain it.

When Peter went out with half his arms full of food, Jason was still holding a pack of beef jerky on the bed. When he heard the door open, he glanced at it and saw something in Peter's arms, and made an indistinct meow.

Peter pretended not to hear, closed the door resolutely and walked downstairs.

When he went upstairs, Jason had torn open the package of beef jerky, and the beef pieces spilled out.

Jason Meow was trying to pat the beef cubes back into the bag with his paws. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his paws and looked up at Peter. He let out a super cute "meow" with teary blue eyes. It looks cute, like an angel cat.

It's not angelic at all though.

The claws are fast and sharp, and the fangs are long and hard.

But, who makes it cute?

Peter used to clean up the mess for the cat. While feeling sorry for his bed sheets, he comforted the cat, "Hey, buddy, it's okay, it's... well, I actually care a little bit, but you're blaming yourself so much..."

He brought the package of beef jerky in front of his eyes, looked at the [Super Spicy] on it, and asked blankly: "Can you tell me, are you crying because of being hot, or are you blaming yourself?"

Jason mew licked his nose and stared at Peter with blue eyes.

Peter capitulated, "Okay ok...but, you can't have it anymore, you can't have it spicy."

Although I don't know if cats can eat spicy food, this little milk cat has suffered a serious injury, so he definitely cannot eat spicy food.

It's still hot enough to cry.

After putting away all the beef cubes, Peter poured a little water from the bottle cap to Jason who kept sticking out his tongue and licking his mouth, "Drink a little water, it can relieve the spiciness."

After drinking a few bottles of water, Jason regained his composure. He licked his nose unhurriedly, folded his paws together, and glanced at Peter.

Peter was peeling the ham sausage for him. After he took a look, he broke the ham sausage into small pieces, put it in the palm of his hand, and put it in front of Jason Meow for him to eat.

Peter used to feed feral cats with cat food, but before the time he mutated, the cat food ran out and he didn't have time to replenish it.

When feeding wild cats, he would not observe the cats eating, and would leave when the cats approached them.

Wild cats generally don't like to be observed while eating, although if Peter observes every day, they will allow others to approach by default, as long as they don't put their hands in front of the cat's mouth, they will not attack.

But Peter didn't like them that much.

Peter couldn't bring them all home to raise them, and he couldn't let them relax their vigilance against humans, or other things that might harm them.

They are wandering outside, facing countless malice every day, it is better to be vigilant.

Today, he personally fed Jason Meow, and he realized that eating cats, no matter big or small, is a bit unreasonable.

With a shake of the hand holding the food, the cat's paw will press its hand on the bed sheet, giving you a look of disapproval by the way.

Moreover, when this milk cat eats, it still bites and licks, and often touches the palm of the hand. Few people would rub the cat without being excited by the soft touch.

But if you do knead, you're done.

After feeding the cat, Peter glanced at the time, then looked down at the cat, and scratched the cat's chin, "Do you sleep on the bed or on the sofa?"

Jason rolled over and got under the covers, only his tail was exposed.

Peter shrugged, "Okay, but first, I want to check if there is anything on you."

This inspection is a bit long and a bit difficult.

Strong enough to survive the milk cat's coquetry and struggle After checking the cat, Peter put it under the quilt, "Well, you are clean."

That must be a house cat.

While lying on the bed, Peter struggled with his sleeping position for a few minutes, swinging the kitten who was already asleep, always feeling that he would crush it while sleeping.

Such a small one, if it is really crushed, it will not be very pleasant.

Jason didn't even raise his head, he raised his paw and patted Peter a few times, and then Peter settled down and stopped posing with the cat.

He covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, and began to feel sleepy.

Animals like cats sleep for most of the day, let alone kittens.

When Jason first lay on the bed, he wanted to roll over and have a comfortable sleep. Now he is sleeping, and he hasn't rolled over yet, which is already the limit.

Getting into the thick of the quilt, he fell asleep quickly, and even felt a bit like snoring when the cat purred.

Ten minutes later, those who should rest in New York City have already rested, and those who should not rest have also rested.

The future superhero and New York good neighbor who just came back from the night patrol and picked up a cat is already lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and a kitten is sleeping next to him.

The little milk cat sleeps very comfortably, the whole small body rises and falls with the breath, and the cat's whiskers tremble, looking extremely cute.

Good Neighbor in New York opened his eyes, he looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "I thought you would be a female cat, so the name [Kitty] that I thought of before can't be used."

"...I really didn't expect you to be a tomcat, obviously you are so good at acting like a baby."

"...Hey? Are you asleep?"

"Okay, you're already asleep, why can't I fall asleep? God knows I have class tomorrow."

"To be honest, when you warned me not to move when you were eating, I felt that I could understand what you said."

"Uh, I didn't understand the threatening voice, but I actually understood it."

"...Did you really say 'Hold on!'?"

"...why can a cat talk?"

"And I didn't know you were a male cat at the time, and it was a little awkward for you to lick my palm. I'm sorry."

"Of course, you'd better stop licking my palm, it's... well, you know, it feels weird."

After talking with the slow-breathing cat, Peter turned over, no longer lying down, but looked sideways at Jason Meow.

"Seriously, I suspect I've read it wrong, are you really a tomcat?"

"Um, I don't mean anything else, it's just that I've never seen such a, uh...cute cat, and it's very good at acting like a baby, and sometimes it's very good, sometimes."

"Are you already asleep? Shall I help you turn over and make sure again?"

Peter held out his hand cautiously.

Jason Meow stretched out the cat's paw and slapped his hand away, the paw almost couldn't control it.

He let out a fierce "meow--".

Peter lay back without looking sideways, and pulled the quilt to his chest, "Okay, I won't say anything."

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"Actually, you know, I'm usually not that talkative, it's just..."

"Meow!"

"...Okay, I'll shut up."