The days of being a cat in Japan

At 11:30 noon, Xu Jie emptied all the lucky bags in his pocket, and the morning work was considered over.

After that, according to the contract, it can take a break and start working again at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Sihuamao took the elevator with his family and assistants back to the 'lounge' prepared for cats by the planning department.

The cats were lying on the soft blanket, and the assistant Ms. Yoshiko placed the cleaned food and water basins on the blanket, and then poured the cat food and mineral water brought by Mrs. Fujimoto in advance.

The cihuamao, who had been running all morning, was unwilling to get up and walk a few steps on the blanket. It curled up and twisted its body, and moved to the water basin step by step, lowered its head and began to lick the water to drink.

Miss Yoshiko, who was at the side, had already returned to her desk. She wanted to leave a quiet space for the cats to have a good rest.

However, this curious young lady had a doubt in her heart when pouring water and cat food, that is, how to divide two cats into a food basin and a water basin?

This lady also has a cat at home, although there is only one cat, but because of the owner of the family, she is an active member of an online pet forum, and she will often make a fuss there.

From the communication with other netizens, Ms. Fangzi knows that cats and dogs are very concerned about food.

Therefore, no matter how many cats and dogs are raised at home, their food bowls must be prepared separately. If they are mixed, it is likely to cause endless fights between cats and dogs at home.

And Mrs. Fujimoto, who sent the cat over in the morning, knew that there would be a cat coming to visit Teacher Dasheng, but she still only prepared a food bowl and a water bowl. How can the two cats be divided?

Miss Yoshiko, who was eating her lunch silently, kept looking at the corner where the cat was resting.

After looking through the gap in the fence of the flowerpot, Miss Fangzi saw a scene that made her even more disturbed.

The big black cat, which was so fierce in everyone's mind, was lying on the blanket with a docile face, obediently waiting for the fat raccoon cat to clean up the leftovers after eating.

Could that little daughter-in-law look be more real?Is the current social life already so harsh?Do you want to leave a way out for single dogs?

No matter how the assistant over there complained in her heart, Xu Jie and Mo, who had lunch, got together, licked and combed each other's hair to clean up the food residue, curled up and fell asleep huddled together.

The cats rested, and Miss Yoshiko also planned to catch up on sleeping on the desk.

After setting the time of the mobile phone alarm clock in advance, Miss Yoshiko put on a blindfold and hugged the pillow and began to catch up on sleep, and the entire planning department office was silent.

Half an hour later, a soft mobile phone alarm rang, awakening Fangzi who was catching up on sleep and the sleeping cats sprawled out.

The dazed raccoon cat was picked up by the assistant lady who quickly recovered, and after putting on the 'super cat' suit that Xu Jie took off during the rest, the lady found out the lucky bags and began to put them into the cat's pockets one by one. Tuck it in.

After stuffing a few pockets, Miss Fangzi suddenly said: "Hey, Teacher Dasheng, why is there a lucky bag in your right front paw pocket? Did you forget to give it out in the morning? Oh, that's not right, I'm going to When I gave you the lucky bag a few times, I remembered that the lucky bag in your pocket was not sent out, and it is the same now. It is because the design of the pocket is unreasonable, and your claws can’t reach in, so it can’t be sent out? Do you need it? Need to change the design for you overnight?"

The cihua cat immediately covered the pocket on its right front paw with its paw, and at the same time meowed and said: "This lucky bag is specially left by the cat. Don't worry, the cat will definitely take this bag before today's event is over." Send out the lucky bag."

Although Miss Yoshiko couldn't understand cat language, she could still understand such a simple movement.

Since the cat wouldn't let her move, she must have had her own ideas, and with Teacher Dasheng's comprehensive personality, there shouldn't be any problems.

Stepping on the hourly ringtone of the mobile phone, the re-dressed cihuamao went into battle again, and continued to send luck to customers with the lucky bags on its paws, and at the same time brought huge sales to the shopping mall.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Li Huamao, who had worked for more than two hours, was lying in the home furnishing hypermarket of the shopping mall, lying on a big bed displayed here through a blanket, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The big black cat went home to bring it afternoon tea. The cihuamao, who felt that he needed to be comforted, called for a pet teething biscuit made by Mrs. Rie this afternoon.

Those biscuits were specially baked by Mrs. Fujimoto for the furries at home to grind their teeth. The raw materials were provided by the doctor. The baked biscuits are suitable for teeth grinding, whether they are cats or dogs.

It's just that because it is a snack, Mr. Fujimoto and Mrs. usually control these small biscuits, and distribute the number of each fluffy biscuit according to their weight every week.

With Xu Jie's weight and body fat content, the number of molar biscuits distributed to him every week is the least among the furries in the family.

Whenever it meows and protests, the doctor always holds its weight list and sighs.

Meow, the cat doesn't care, the cat's afternoon tea today is to eat the lady's biscuits, the cat wants to eat.

The big black cat, which has never been helpless to its partner's coquettishness, went out flicking its tail when it heard the news, and came back shortly after with a pack of Mrs. Lihui's brand biscuits named by Xu Jie. A little black cat that looks more like its father.

The bag of biscuits was wrapped in a square handkerchief, which seemed to be something that Grandma Fujimoto always used on her body.

Putting the handkerchief bag in its mouth on the blanket, the big black cat flexibly loosened the knot tied by Grandma Fujimoto, and with a stroke of its paw, the handkerchief fell apart.

A dozen pieces of specially made teething biscuits were wrapped in the middle of the handkerchief, and at this moment they were exuding the unique aroma of baked wheat flour.

With a wave of paws, the big black cat gave the little cat three or four biscuits, and the rest belonged to the little raccoon, and what the little raccoon ate was its own.

Faced with his father's obvious eccentric behavior, Xiao Shitou said nothing, and obediently lowered his head and gnawed on his biscuit.

Seeing this, Miss Fangzi couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. Teacher Dahei's protection of food is too obvious. Didn't the Internet say that he loves the little black cat very much?

Why do you feel like you picked it up now?

Cihuamao has long been used to this kind of situation, because since he hit the little stone for a hundred days, Mo's attitude towards it has gradually changed from pampering and indulgence to pampering and strictness.

As kittens grow older, their territorial awareness begins to gradually increase.

Now it is basically not at home during the day, and most of the time is spent fighting with other young male cats, establishing itself as the leader of the youth group.

Although Xu Jie is a little anxious about this situation, there is nothing he can do about it. After all, this is the world of cats, and if he wants to blend in, he must abide by the rules passed down from generation to generation by cats.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the little fat man in the second grade of the county primary school left school with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiantai, who had something to leave in a hurry, didn't even go to the club, and trotted all the way in the direction of Ono Department Store after leaving the school gate.

When he found it, the cats had just finished their afternoon tea and were grooming each other on the blanket.

Seeing the little fat man approaching, the squinting cihuamao suddenly became energetic.

It stretched out its head and carefully looked around, and found that most of the people who came to the shopping mall were busy shopping for discounts, and few people paid attention to it.

Of course, this is also because the lucky bags of Li Huamao have been delivered. Everyone who saw Miss Fangzi went upstairs to pick up the lucky bags knew that there were no benefits for the cats. After taking a few photos, they dispersed to go shopping , waiting for the next delivery.

While looking left and right, the raccoon cat called the little fat man over with its paws. When no one came to watch the fun, it quickly put its paws into the pocket on the right foreleg, took out a lucky bag and put it in Jiantai's hand inside.

Meow, the 'Super Cat' gift bag, the cat will give you the best wishes.

The little fat man who accompanied the cat to try on the costumes had long known what his cat’s job was here, but after receiving the lucky bag, he asked excitedly, “My lord, is this for me?” ?”

Hmm, it's for you, please open it quickly and have a look.

Facing the cat nodding fiercely to him, the little fat man began to take off the outer packaging of the lucky bag, took out the banknotes inside, and Jian was too dumbfounded.

"It's actually [-]..." The next words were suppressed by the civet cat with its paws covering its mouth like a hissing.

Holding the 1 yuan banknote, the little fat man almost jumped up happily, and said in his mouth: "Wow, I am so lucky, now I can buy the colored pencil box that I have been thinking about for a long time." Yes. Great Sage, wait for me here for a while, and I’ll be back after I finish shopping.”

Watching the smiling little fat man go downstairs, the raccoon cat wagged its tail cheerfully.

Of course, the little fat man thought that luck was more than just luck. The lucky bag placed in the right pocket was specially reserved for him by Xu Jie.

Although the lucky bags are sealed, no matter whether it is the accountant who is in charge of distributing them, Miss Fangzi who receives them, or even Li Huamao who distributes them, they don't know the amount of money contained in each lucky bag.

However, because the 100 yuan is a copper plate, its touch is different from that of banknotes, so when the cihuamao is handing out, it only needs to touch it hard to know whether the lucky bag contains copper plates or paper.

Because he knew that the little fat man would definitely come to visit him today, so Lihuamao paid special attention to those lucky bags that seemed to be paper inside, and it really found out something during the distribution time after ten o'clock in the morning.

It was a lucky bag that looked a little wrinkled due to extrusion, and after excessive friction, the places where those folds had become thinner, and it would be torn apart with a slight touch.

In order to buy time, Miss Fangzi used too much force when she stuffed the lucky bag for Xu Jie, and a fold was accidentally knocked open by her.

The sharp-eyed cihuamao clearly saw the number exposed in the fold within a tenth of a second, and the apricot-core eyes suddenly revealed a golden light.

Although it was just a glimpse, Li Huamao dared to bet with his beard that the lucky bag contained [-] yen banknotes.

Cihuamao paid special attention to the old-looking lucky bag, remembered the pocket it was stuffed in, and deliberately refused to send it out.

Meow, the cat wants to keep this lucky bag for the little fat man. He has liked a colorful pencil case for a long time, but he hasn't saved enough money. This time, he will definitely get what he wants.

Well, this is not cat favoritism, acquaintances can give a big discount when buying things, what happened to the cat leaving the 1 yuan lucky bag to the little fat man?

Originally, it depends on the cat's mood to whom the lucky bag is given, hum, the cat is biased.