who called him an onion essence

13 Fighting with cats

A cat's day begins with foraging.

Lying in the cat's nest and sleeping until evening, the cat opened its mouth wide and yawned before walking out slowly, shaking its messy fur.The person who raised it recently didn't know where it went, and the cat was not in a hurry. Anyway, it has had similar experiences many times in the past.The corridors are filled with the sound of cooking from every household, pots and pans, and the smell comes from every crack in the door.

It's a pity that the cat couldn't eat it, so I had to squat by the door and lick its paws.

During this period of time, the woman who fed it cat food lived next door and wanted to take it home, but the man knew that it liked to run around and wander around, so he deliberately placed the cat nest in the corner, so that the woman would occasionally put down the cat food, Just change the water.Thinking of this, the cat shook its head and walked towards the cat's litter. After a closer look, half of the bag of cat food that had been placed there was gone.

The cat scratched the wall angrily: "Meow!"

Who is so wicked to steal cat food!

Just as he was muttering, there was the sound of the door opening behind him. The cat's keen senses came into play, and a familiar smell calmed it down.Turning his head to look, it turned out to be the shit-shoveling officer whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Meow!" The cat ran over and rubbed the opponent's leg.

"I'm back." The man rubbed its head and spoke softly, "Shhh, stop making noise."

The cat didn't quite understand what he meant: "Meow?" Then, it was picked up.

Although I don't like to get too close to people, the cat is getting older and its temperament has become docile. Only the habit of running around every day has not changed.The cat stretched out its paws and rested on the opponent's shoulders, its round eyes widened, enjoying the long-lost sense of security.

A cat's taste is like changing moods, meow.

The man also brought in the cat's litter, threw it into the bathroom, and then put the cat in another litter where it usually lives.The cat lay down lazily, holding up its small paws, its eyes kept following the other.

After packing up half a bag of unfinished cat food, the man walked into the kitchen, and after a while, the smell of cat food came from inside.The cat raised its head, took a deep breath of the smell in the air, and thought in its heart: Well, there is chicken, and offal... Oh, it is fish, and the soup is also fragrant.

Finally, there is no need to eat cat food anymore, the cat's heart is excited.

When the man came out with the cat meal, the cat jumped out of the nest with a "swoosh", and walked towards him extremely quickly but gracefully.The food bowl on the ground was filled with cat rice soaked in soup. The cat lowered its head and took a sip, then looked up at the excrement shoveler appreciatively: "Meow meow!" Good workmanship!

The man couldn't understand what it said, so he could only guess that it was happy, and his expressionless face became softer: "Eat more."

While eating, the cat babbled, telling the man that it had won the new cat on that street, regained its status as the leader, and ate fish in the market, which was very fresh. Take it to buy fish and it will definitely help pick the best one.But that man always went to buy chickens, ducks and vegetables... The cat stepped on its right front paw with its left front paw, showing a proud little expression: "Meow." Those chickens and ducks couldn't beat it, they were very timid.

One person and one cat seemed to be having fun, but suddenly, someone's voice came from the bedroom, very soft, like a child.The cat became alert all of a sudden, thinking of the noisy and strange creature that day, it was startled: "Meow!" It was a child!A child who is very destructive and likes to pull cat whiskers!

Seeing that the cat's fur was blown all over, the man was very puzzled, but the more important thing was to take care of the one in the room.But before he had time to pass, the child had already put on his clothes, but the buttons were not fastened, and he ran out bouncingly: "Uncle!"

The cat made a vigilant gesture: "Meow meow!" Who is this!

The man hugged the child who was rushing towards him, and touched the other's forehead with the palm of his hand: "Are you hungry? Are you sleeping well?" The child smiled crookedly: "Okay! Uncle... wants to eat!"

Only the cat backed away with an unbelievable face: "Meow!" Isn't it the most favored in this family!

Only then did the child notice the cat beside him, and he snorted coldly as if he didn't like it, and lightly touched the cat's tail with his foot: "Uncle, what is this?"

"Cat. A... small animal, like cows, chickens and ducks." The man explained patiently.

The cat hastily retracted its tail, stretched out its paws to grab the food bowl close to itself, and took a bite of the cat food angrily: How can those stupid things be compared with the great cat master!

"Mao... cat. It's not cute." The child frowned cutely, "Xiao Cong is cute."

The man looked serious, but the words he said matched the childishness of the child: "Yes, Xiao Cong is the cutest."

Hearing this, the cat seemed to be covered by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, with a dull expression: "Meow meow?" The cutest thing in the world should be the cat!

The child also squatted down and looked at the angry cat with a hint of slyness in his eyes: "Uncle, this smells so good." Then, he pointed to Maofan.

The cat immediately embraced the food bowl with its body.

The man was extremely helpless: "This is cat food, for cats." Then, he picked up the child and tidied up the other's clothes, "I'll make something delicious for you."

The child was triumphant: "It's delicious!"

The abandoned cat ate the cat food in two or three bites, followed by: "Meow!" Not happy!

At dinner time, the child deftly picked up the spoon, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.Seeing the opportunity, the cat jumped up and stepped on the chair beside it.Sensing something approaching, the child tilted his head slightly: "Cat?" He moved closer and whispered, "I don't like it." The second half of the sentence was not heard by the person.

The cat exploded for the second time and was frightened.

The man didn't know the struggle between a man and a cat, he caught the child who was not eating well, and fed him himself: "Eat."

The child shook his head again and again: "Come by yourself!"

The cat that was forgotten again curled up into a ball aggrieved: "Meow..." It's over, and the status is lost.The cat is a clever ghost, and other people can tell whether it is good or bad.But now, it knows that this child with a strange and spicy smell has become the favorite of the excrement shovel officer.Ah bah, maybe he will become the second generation shit shovel officer in the future... The cat shuddered: In case of being abused, do you want to go home?

However, the child didn't seem to care much about it anymore, and was already very happy to see the man's eyes on him.As for cats... they just occupy a small area. They used to love to come and try to knock down vases, but now children are not afraid of this.If he wanted revenge, he might be able to steal a cat's whiskers at night.

Hey, just one.

That night, the cat slept in the cat's litter in despair, listening to the child talking to the man: "...Uncle, the cat won't come in?"

The man said firmly: "Don't come in. Xiao Cong can't let it in either."

The child pretended to be sorry: "Oh..."

The cat, who thought he had seen through everything, sighed, and slammed his head on the quilt with a "slap": "Meow meow." It really is no longer the favorite of the shit-shoveling officer.The enemy is too insidious, and it has the most nasty smell.Living under the same roof is like abusing cats. Sure enough, cats have no human rights, ah, bah, cats have no rights.

On the other side, Yang Cong glanced at the aggrieved cat secretly, turned his face away without any mercy, and smiled brightly at Yang Sheng like a little sun.

As early as when he was still a purple onion in a bottle, Yang Cong had a deep resentment towards cats.Without him, because the cat came to provoke again and again, trying to touch the vase with its claws, if he was not careful, Yang Cong would fall down.Before he couldn't move, Yang Cong could only frighten him by shaking the leaves. Fortunately, the cat couldn't get any favors, so he ran away resentfully.Later, he found out that the cat has a keen sense of smell and hates overly strong smells, so he repeatedly "killed the poisonous hand", so he changed his strategy and deliberately broke a few blades of grass. Yang Sheng should think that the cat sneaked away to scratch it. After that, it was not allowed to get close to the vase, and the onion was moved to the bedroom.

To be honest, the cat was so innocent, but Yang Cong didn't care.

Now that he has become a human, he realizes that the cat is still ignorant, so he can't help but use some tricks.Sure enough... very effective.

In the next few days, the cat was always on the move, and Yang Cong followed suit. When Yang Sheng wasn't paying attention, he ran to the cat's nest and tried his best to think about some unhappy things, such as Yang Sheng not letting him eat instant noodles. .Because of the sudden change in his mood, the spicy smell became stronger all of a sudden, the cat was so smoked that he could hardly open his eyes, and kept meowing "meow meow meow".

Yang Sheng came over after hearing the sound, and saw a small onion squatting outside the cat's nest with red eye circles, and at the same time smelled an extremely familiar spicy smell: "What's wrong?"

"Maomao, you hate me!" Yang Cong complained first, rubbing his eyes with his hands, tears dripping down.

The cat, who was about to come out to show its cuteness and complain, was stunned: "Meow meow?"

"The cat may be sleeping, it wasn't on purpose." Yang Sheng also couldn't figure out what the cat was thinking, but he knew that its temper would change from sunny to rainy, so he couldn't tell.But from the cat's point of view, Yang Cong is an outsider. What if he scratches him one day... Thinking of this, Yang Sheng frowned, and decided to take the cat to a pet shop for a checkup in a few days, and ask professionals to give him some advice.

Yang Cong, who was comforted, was still choked up, but his crying was soft: "I, I don't want to play with cats anymore!"

Ignoring the cat, Yang Sheng resisted the soreness in his eyes, and hugged the sobbing child: "Okay, play with uncle. Let the cat rest by itself, huh?"

Yang Cong burst into tears and laughed: "Yes!"

Only the cat whimpered and turned over: "Meow..." It was dead.

In the future, it is better to hide away, the enemy is too powerful, and it loses before it can make a move.

When will this onion smell go away?

Not knowing that the cat had lost his fighting spirit, Yang Cong happily ate the orange peeled by Yang Sheng himself, with a sweet and sour taste in his mouth and heart.

And the poor cat was sent to the pet shop for a full set of checkups and needles the next day, and even the nails were neatly manicured.Of course, it meowed and yelled, but no one could help it. It was very tragic.From then on, the cat didn't dare to act rashly again, and when it was more than ten meters away from Yang Cong, it fled vigilantly, refusing to approach it desperately.

Yang Cong who won the fight with the cat: Hehehe.