The days of being a cat in Japan

The sky outside was gloomy, and the continuous drizzle had been raining non-stop since the morning, after noon until now.

At this time, Xiaopangdun and his sister had already changed from going to school to leaving school, and the rain in the sky still showed no sign of stopping.

The two cats, Xu Jie and Mo, lay lazily on the cushion, closing their eyes to recharge their batteries.

This continuous day of rain made Mo, who wanted to leave early in the morning, have to stop in his tracks. After all, no cat likes his fur to get wet.

No one can do anything to keep the cat. Grandma Fujimoto also said that this is the fate of the big black cat and the Fujimoto family.

However, Mo who stays here still knows how to be a guest. Except for the living room and Xu Jie’s den, he does not set foot in the rest of Fujimoto’s house. This makes Grandma Fujimoto who stays at home can’t stop praising him for being human. And polite.

People don’t often go out on rainy days. Grandma Fujimoto, who is bored at home watching variety shows, keeps an eye on the time while secretly recalling what ingredients are left in the refrigerator, and then turns them into recipes one by one. Let the son and daughter-in-law who have been busy for a day can eat ready-made meals when they come back.

Until Grandma Fujimoto finished the dinner, not only did the rain outside not stop at all, but it tended to get bigger and bigger.

The little chubby who had finished his homework was waiting at the entrance in a raincoat and holding an umbrella.

Because when they went out this morning, Fujimoto and his wife only brought one umbrella. With the current rain outside, only one umbrella is not enough for the two of them to walk from the parking space to the apartment.

Soon Junko, who was guarding the window, sent a signal to his younger brother. Little Fatty stepped on his little rain boots, took the big umbrella at home, and went out to deliver umbrellas to his parents.

As soon as they parked the car in the parking space of the apartment, the Fujimoto couple saw their youngest son coming to give them an umbrella in the heavy rain. The touched Mrs. Fujimoto hugged him and kissed him on the forehead several times.

When the family of three were walking back under umbrellas, they suddenly saw a man in a gray suit collapsed on the lawn at the gate of the apartment.

Although the face could not be seen clearly in the heavy rain, Mr. Fujimoto felt that the figure of the person who fell on the ground looked familiar to him.

So he strode over with an umbrella in his hand, holding the umbrella to cover that person from the rain, then squatted down and lifted that person's face to have a look, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Mr. Zetian, why is it you? How are you feeling now?"

Mr. Zetian, whose consciousness was in a fuzzy state, did not give any reply to Dr. Fujimoto. Seeing this, Mr. Fujimoto hurriedly gave him the most basic examination.

The gentleman's pulse and breathing were normal, but he was unconscious and his skin was a little cold from the rain.The only abnormal thing about him was that he smelled heavily of alcohol.

At this time, Mrs. Fujimoto and Kenta also ran over. Mrs. Fujimoto held an umbrella to cover her husband and Mr. Zetian from the rain, and asked worriedly: "Guangyang, Mr. Zetian, is there any problem?"

Mr. Fujimoto, who had just checked the body of the drunk on the ground, said, "He's just drunk and sleeping here. There shouldn't be any major problems."

Speaking of Mr. Fujimoto, he tried to help his neighbor up, but this Mr. Sawada was not light. In addition, he was so drunk that he almost didn't know his personnel, so he couldn't cooperate at all.

So Fujimoto soon discovered that he could not help this gentleman up by himself.

Mr. Fujimoto had no choice but to let his son go to the apartment building and call the administrator to come and help.

With the efforts of the two big men, he finally managed to help Mr. Zetian, who was soaked all over his body, to the door of his house, but no matter how they knocked on the door outside, there was no answer from inside.

Just when Mr. Fujimoto raised his hand to us and wanted to try again, the administrator suddenly said: "I remembered, I saw Mrs. Zetian leaving with her luggage and the child early this morning, and said yes I'm going back to my mother's house to stay for a few days."

It turned out that after the husband and wife quarreled, the wife took the child back to her natal home. No wonder Mr. Zetian drank so drunk.

But what if you can't enter the house now?Mr. Sawada is soaked like this, if he doesn't change his clothes in time and keep warm, he will catch a cold even in summer.

Mr. Fujimoto, who has been an old neighbor for more than ten years, couldn't bear to see Mr. Zetian get sick, so he had to use his thumb to press down on his cock a few times.

The intense pain really made Mr. Zetian wake up, but seeing his straight eyes, I am afraid that his thinking is still in a state of confusion.

While resisting his old neighbor with his body, Mr. Fujimoto waved his hand in front of him and said, "Zawada, are you awake? We are going to send you home now, but there is no one in your house. You brought A key? If so, open the door quickly."

The dazed Mr. Zetian didn't know if he understood Mr. Fujimoto's words, but he smirked for a while before saying, "Oh, open the door, yes, open the door."

After he finished speaking, he pulled the door of his house with his hand, but of course it couldn't be opened.So Mr. Zetian lost his temper and kicked the lower right corner of the gate of his house.

Mr. Zetian, who was full of anger, kicked really hard these few times, and he kicked out a fist-sized hole in the thick door of their house.

Seeing this, Mr. Fujimoto and the administrator hurriedly stopped him. Mr. Fujimoto had no choice but to say to Mr. Zetian: "Mr. Zetian, is your key in your pocket? May I help you take it out and open the door?"

After finally getting the consent of Mr. Zetian, Mr. Fujimoto hurriedly took out the key to open the door, and put Mr. Zetian in together with the plumber.

As soon as he entered the room, Mr. Fujimoto was taken aback. He saw a Welsh Corgi with a small size and thick limbs, standing at the entrance with its ears upright, staring at them.

Mr. Fujimoto knew this dog, which was raised by Mrs. Sawada last year, and he brought it to their store for grooming and epidemic prevention.

At this time, the dog looked at them very unfriendlyly, because it could see that his master was in a very bad state.

The Corgi is a small dog, short in size but strong in stamina, full of stamina and courageous, gentle in character but very loyal to its owner.

This kind of dog has a strong sense of responsibility and a stronger heart to protect the owner. Once the owner is in danger, they will desperately rescue the owner regardless of their lives.

So in front of this kind of dog, you'd better not do anything against its owner.

As a veterinarian, Mr. Fujimoto is of course familiar with the temper of Corgi dogs, so he recalled it in his mind, and then tried to say: "Is Xiao Ke? Your master is drunk, we will send him home."

As he said that, Mr. Fujimoto squatted down slowly, then slowly stretched out a hand, sent the back of the hand forward, and stopped when he was about one meter away from the corgi.

This is a more correct way to meet a dog that is not familiar with it. The back of the hand faces the dog and keeps a distance. It is to ask the dog to smell its own scent and express that it is not hostile.

Seeing Dr. Fujimoto's movements, the corgi dog named Xiaoke stretched out his head and sniffed the back of his hand with his nose. Then he recognized his scent, gave up his guard and wagged his tail at Dr. Fujimoto.

Seeing this, Mr. Fujimoto finally breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that even if it is a small dog, Corgi's combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, let alone this is a Corgi who is dedicated to protecting his master.

Seeing her husband and the administrator helping Mr. Sawada into the back room, Mrs. Fujimoto and Mrs. Kenta who had been following them also followed in, wanting to see if they needed help.

Because she is often led by the hostess to the store for grooming, Mrs. Fujimoto has a much deeper memory of this dog than Mr. Fujimoto who took off his white coat.

So after seeing Mrs. Fujimoto, the corgi not only wagged its tail at her, but even barked a few times in favor.

But it was these few barks that made Mr. Fujimoto, who came out to look for towels, stop, because the barking of the dog seemed too weak.

Following the instinct of a veterinarian, Dr. Fujimoto came over to examine Xiao Ke. As soon as his hand was placed on the dog's abdomen, his brows frowned.

After stroking Dr. Fujimoto several times in a row, he sighed and said: "The belly is stuck to the ribs, and I don't know how many meals I haven't eaten. Rie, you and Kenta will take Xiao Ke to our house to eat some. something."

Mrs. Fujimoto smiled and looked for the corgi dog, beckoning it to follow her.

But every time the corgi walked to the door, it retreated again, refusing to step out of the house no matter what.

Dr. Fujimoto, who is familiar with the dog's habits, said: "It is worried about Mr. Zetian in the room. He wants to guard the owner here, so he refuses to leave. If this is the case, please come back to Kenta. Bring the dog food and feed it to Xiao Ke."

After hearing the order, the little fat pier hurriedly stood up and quickly ran downstairs to the house.

Grandma Fujimoto was setting the dishes and chopsticks on the table in the dining room at home, and she was muttering in a low voice while she was arranging: "Why does it take so long to go out and deliver the umbrella? What are the three of you doing outside?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her grandson push open the door and rush in, then ran out again with a bag of dog food.

Seeing this, Grandma Fujimoto hurriedly called him: "Jiantai, what are you doing?"

Although Xiaopangdun didn't turn around to hear the words, he still said: "Uncle Zetian's Corgi has not eaten for several meals, and my father asked me to bring some dog food up to feed the dog."

"Zawatian's family? Oh, it's the family whose neighbors were quarreling last night. They don't know how to feed their dogs. What kind of animals are they so irresponsible?" said Grandma Fujimoto, who was once again dissatisfied with her son's neighbors.

But Xu Jie, who was lying on the cat stand, stood up at this moment. He also knew the corgi dog Xiaopangdun was talking about, and lived upstairs and downstairs. Even animals always meet each other.

He said why he hadn't seen the corgi dog being taken out for a walk by its owner in the past few days. It turned out that someone had forgotten it at home.

Xu Jie, who was forced to stay at home for a whole day because of the rain, decided to follow Xiaopangdun to have a look after hearing the sound.

As soon as it moved, the ink naturally followed, and then even the golden retriever Ah Zhong walked out behind them, and finally even the black crow, which had always maintained its identity, landed on Ah Zhong's head and planned to go there together.

Grandma Fujimoto, who had already set the table and chopsticks, found that the four animals were going out in a line. She put down the table and chopsticks in her hand angrily and said: "It's time to eat, why are you still running around? If it gets cold, people will have a stomachache if they eat it, and cats and dogs will also feel uncomfortable."

Junko, who just brought miso soup to the table from the kitchen, said, "I'll go see it too."

He put down the soup bowl in his hand and walked out.

Seeing this, Grandma Fujimoto angrily untied the apron tied around her waist, put it on the chair, picked up the bowl and wanted to eat by herself, but she was still worried about those who went out.

So she had no choice but to take the key and follow out the door.