The days of being a cat in Japan

Those programs and interviews on TV just now seemed like a heavy punch was directly hit on Lihuamao's head.

Sihuamao squatting on the ground lowered his head, and began to reflect on his every move these days.

Well, the cat is still very kind to the Fujimoto family and other cats in the cat gang.

So far, the cat's aggressiveness and unreasonableness seem to be aimed at the big black cat.

Cough cough, so it's really like what Mr. Bai Xian said just now, is the cat taking pride in being favored?

Hey, thinking about it this way, it seems that what the gentleman said still makes some sense.

The reason why the cat dares to be arrogant when it treats Mo seems to be because it knows that it will pamper itself.

If Mo hadn't lived in its nest, Xu Jie reckoned that the grass on his grave would be nearly one meter high now.

The more he thought about it, the more empty his heart became. Cihuamao began to reflect silently.

Meow, the cat was not like this before. The cat used to have a good temper. Since when did it slowly change?

The frowning cihuamao began to try hard to remember, and then it remembered that this inexplicable feeling of becoming irritable seemed to have gradually appeared since it started to have dumplings.

And it seems that the bigger the month of the dumpling, the more serious the irritable mood of the cihuamao.

After the dumpling was born, Lihuamao's temper became much better.

So is it a hormone or endocrine problem?Is the little flame that can't be extinguished in the cat's heart recently caused by this reason?

Thinking of this, Cihuamao couldn't help but look down at his belly again, and then lay down on the ground with a sad face.

Meow, really, is there a kitten again?

No matter what, I have to give the cat a good word, so hanging up and down, the cat is not sure about the bottom, but it is not irritated.

Now as soon as he sees his belly, Lihuamao can't help but feel depressed again.

Feeling that the mood is not right, it immediately took a deep breath, and at the same time made a psychological hint to itself in its heart, this world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable, this is not good, not good.

Although this sentence sounded funny on TV back then, but now I use it on myself, Lihuamao found that it is quite effective.

Huh, it's okay, it's okay, it can still be rescued.

But it seems that this kind of uncontrollable anger only works on the big black cat, not on other cats or people. The cat has never caught any creature other than Mo, and has never had any problems with other animals. disputes and conflicts.

Meow, no, I can't look at the cat's belly, otherwise the cat's paws will still feel itchy.

The cihuamao, who was trying to calm down, was finally in a much better mood after going back and forth in the room for several times.

It lay on the tatami in the living room, licking its paws and thinking, Mo is so good to the cat, what can the cat do for it?

territory?Well, it looks like the cat is still living in its sphere of influence.

food?Ha, the big black cat has never missed the prey it wants, and the cat has never caught a mouse so far.

money?Bah, Mo should be the cat who needs these things the last.

what to do?what to do?Why is it that whenever the cat wants to do something for the big black cat in the litter, it always finds that it can't do anything?

Why don't you get some food for Mo? The cat made it himself. Although the big black cat doesn't lack anything, what the cat gives him should be different, right?

Thinking of this, the raccoon cat came to the kitchen of Fujimoto's house and looked down at the food bowls of himself and the big black cat.

Meow, the cat knows where Mrs. Rie usually stores cat food and canned cat food, but if she only prepares those things, won't it seem too dishonest?

Well, no matter what, the first meal I gave to Mo must not be too sloppy.

So you still have to do it yourself... oh, not claw it yourself.

Thinking of this, the raccoon cat jumped onto the stove, intending to observe the cooking utensils in Fujimoto's kitchen first, to see if there were any that could be used safely.

However, after looking around, the raccoon cat found that, except for the faucet on the side of the vegetable basin, there seemed to be nothing it could use now.

For safety's sake, Cihuamao didn't do anything by force, but jumped off the stove and ran out of the kitchen with its tail upright, and went to the room to find helpers.

The little fat man in the room, who was on spring break, was concentrating on his vacation club homework.

On the soft children's bed, a little fat man who was about to enter the third grade at the beginning of school was lying on it, frowning and looking at his Go board.

The horizontal and vertical lines on the chessboard and the black and white chess pieces are intertwined. It is obvious that Jiantai is replaying a chess game now.

Probably because he encountered the above problem that bothered him very much, Jiantai now frowned, dragging his chin and lost in thought.

Just when he couldn't figure it out, the raccoon cat suddenly ran in from outside the room, jumped onto the crib, bit the little fat man's clothes and pulled it out.

The little fat man was dragged inexplicably, and while following his cat under the bed, he asked, "Great Sage, where are you taking me? Hey, why did you bring me to the kitchen?"

Cihuamao jumped onto the kitchen counter, stood up and waved its two little paws up and down.

The little fat man faced the cat's paw and guessed the language for a long time before asking suspiciously: "Great Sage, what do you want to eat, so you asked me to come here to help you?"

Seeing Cihuamao nod vigorously on the countertop excitedly, the little fat man said in amazement: "Why do you suddenly have such an idea? Well, if you think, I support it, but what are we going to do? I don't know how to use the kitchen my mother and sister won’t let me use it.”

Lihuamao heard the words and said that he very much agrees with Mrs. Rie and Junko's opinion. It is better for children in lower grades not to touch gas.

However, there are still cooking equipment in this kitchen that can be used by children and cats, such as the microwave oven that is placed next to the body of the raccoon cat.

Mrs. Fujimoto purchased this microwave from the mall after the children at home went to school. Because it is convenient and safe to use, it is now used as a tool for warming milk and meals for the children.

Because whether it is Mrs. Rie or Mr. Fujimoto, both of them get off work after eight o'clock, and the children leave school much earlier than this in the afternoon.

So if they feel hungry before dinner, this microwave can come in handy.

Cihuamao hopes to use this microwave oven to make an fried egg for the big black cat, which it often saw Junko make for her younger brother.

The cihuamao, who has a fairly good memory, has memorized all the steps and points that should be paid attention to after seeing it a few times, but some things cannot be done with the cat's paws, and the little fat man must be helped.

Seeing the cihuamao patting the microwave oven with its paws and looking at herself expectantly with sparkling eyes, Jian Tai scratched the back of her head and said, "I know how to use a microwave oven, and I often use it to heat milk. But I don't use it." It has been cooked, don’t know how to use it?”

The cihuamao patted its chest with its paws, meowed and said, "You don't know how to be a cat. The cat has seen the eggs that Junko has fried in the microwave many times. The cat knows the essentials of the action and the things that need to be paid attention to. Guaranteed!" no problem."

Seeing this, Jiantai agreed: "Okay, since I'll help you, you can show me what you need me to do."

Afterwards, under the command of the cihuamao, the little fat man first found a fresh egg from the refrigerator, cleaned it and put it aside for later use.

Then he took out another porcelain plate from the cabinet, and brushed a thin layer of cooking oil on the bottom layer.

After preparing all these things, the little fat man cracked open the fresh egg and smashed it into the bottom of the plate. Following the instructions of the cihuamao, he poked a few times on the surface of the egg yolk with the prepared fork.

Afterwards, the cihuamao took the plastic wrap in its mouth, cooperated with the little fat man to spread it, and covered the plate with a layer of plastic wrap.

Put the prepared raw materials into the microwave oven, and Lihuamao controls the temperature and time by himself.

It used its two paws to set the temperature on high, set the time for 45 seconds, and then squatted in the kitchen with the little fat man and waited for the eggs to come out of the pot.

The 45 seconds almost passed by in a flash. When Li Huamao heard the familiar sound of the microwave oven, he knew that his fried eggs were ready.

Opening the door of the microwave oven, the little fat man wearing heat-insulating gloves carefully brought out the plate of fried eggs. After the plastic wrap was removed, a large smell of fresh eggs spread in the kitchen instantly.

The excited cihuamao took out the seasoning salt shaker at home, and carefully gestured a little bit to the little fat man who was salting the fried eggs, a little bit is enough.

When the big black cat that went out turned in through the window, it smelled fried eggs from a distance.

Confused, Mo looked up at the wall clock on the wall, thinking that there was still some time before dinner, who made the fried eggs for everyone?

The big black cat walked into the kitchen with this question, but found that the little raccoon was sitting next to his food bowl, and the smell of fried eggs came from the food bowl.

Seeing the big black cat come back, the cihuamao, who had been waiting for a while, immediately puffed up its small chest proudly, swept the big black cat's food bowl with the tip of its tail and said, "Mo, this is my prey today." ', the cat begged Jiantai to help me make it, try it and see if it tastes good?"

The overjoyed big black cat pointed at itself with its paws pointing at the fried eggs in the bowl, which seemed unbelievable.

Seeing this, the raccoon cat took the initiative to move the food bowl towards the big black cat, and the big black cat immediately rushed over and took a big mouthful of the fried egg inside.

Fortunately, this fried egg has been out of the pan for a while, and the current temperature is basically room temperature.

Otherwise, even if it is a cat, it will burn its tongue according to the way of eating ink.

Because the time is well controlled, the heat of this fried egg is very good.

There is a layer of burnt circle around the egg, and the white in the middle has been completely solidified. Although the yolk is also solid, it is as soft as a coconut, which is the kind of taste that the big black cat likes.

A little bit of sea salt sprinkled on top made the fried egg taste even more delicious. After the big black cat bit the egg in its mouth, it hardly chewed it, and swallowed it in big gulps.

Mo ate a whole fried egg without even using it for a minute.

Looking at the big black cat purring against him after eating, Xu Jie suddenly felt very guilty.

Meow, I'm sorry Mo, the cat has a bad temper recently, scratching and biting you.

The cat promises to be restrained in the future and never again.

The cihuamao thought that the big black cat would be very happy after hearing this, but it replied indifferently: "The cat doesn't think you have a bad temper. Your current situation is very rare in our cat family. Very common. When Dad Maine had a younger brother, his father was often chased by it and hid in the tree and dared not come down. He also had a mark on his body. Compared with Dad Maine, you are much worse. The one in Uncle’s house When my uncle had a kitten, my uncle couldn’t enter the cat’s litter box for two consecutive months, and the day before the kitten was born, it was still beaten by my uncle. Compared with them, my little raccoon is still very gentle to me.”

Cihuamao said with a blank face when he heard the words: "Hehe, thank you for the compliment."

The happy big black cat didn't notice any changes in the partner's mood. It is now lowering its head to lick the cihua cat's thick fur belly, purring as if saying something to the belly.

As long as he thinks of his belly, cihuamao will feel his paws itch.

The little flame in its heart after being licked jumped out again, and the claw stretched back and forth in the claw shell several times.

In the end, Fat Lihua was still reluctant to scratch Mo, so she put away her sharp claws, and just slapped the big black cat on the face with her own flesh pad.