[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Can cats cook?

How does a cat cook?

Stark didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it. When he got up from the floor and saw the steak and boiled corn, carrots and fried potatoes stacked on the table, he fell silent.

What kind of fast food restaurant set meal is this.

However, it smells good.

Not to worry about the debt, Stark even began to feel calm, wrapped himself in a napkin, and sat down.

"So, I have a snail girl?" Stark asked tentatively.

When the cat was picked up just now, its tail was curled up. He didn't see the gender of this little guy clearly.

Natch narrowed his eyes reservedly.

Stark swore he felt a strong disapproval from the other side.

Just the kind of "stupid" complaints.

Maybe the cat's temper isn't that good after all.

Natch sits upright and supervises Stark's eating. If Stark shows picky eating, it will bark its teeth and make a warning "whoosh" sound until Stark eats everything on the plate, whether it is meat or not. Still dishes, and drank a clam chowder in the corner.

Stark felt that he really ate too much today. He thought he would vomit, but in fact he didn't. His stomach was warm and full, and that sense of satisfaction spread from his stomach to his heart.

He even took comfort in it.

Want the comfort of being curled up, wrapped in a blanket, dead in bed all day.

"Did you take a tranquilizer? Baby." Stark poured himself some wine. He wanted to take bourbon, but Naqi's vision was too sharp, so he picked up the rum next to him by accident.

……

Why did this thing appear in his wine cabinet.

Stark added a huge spherical ice cube to Mark's cut glass, and then poured it into the wine. He noticed Natch's gentle and probing eyes, raised a finger and asked:

"What? Do you want to drink too?"

Natch looked up at him and gave a meow.

It really wants to drink.

"Can you drink?" Can cats drink?

Cats certainly cannot.

But Natchy wasn't really a cat by any means.

So when Natchy hopped onto the bar of his bar with his cloak on, Stark relented, pulled out a delicate little china saucer from the lower deck, and poured a little rum.

"You can only drink so much."

Naqi lowered his head to lick, mouthful, very quietly.

It's pretty good.

Stark fell back on the couch with a sigh of relief.

Natch brought him the remote.

So, for the first time today, Stark forgot about his own laboratory, and forgot about the endless modifications and upgrades of the Mark armor, and the after-dinner time was filled with fugues and meaningless TV dramas.

Ten o'clock at night came, and Stark yawned for the first time.

He was a little dazed, thinking that it was already early morning, he floated unsteadily to the bed, plunged into it, kicked his legs and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, forming a ball of shrimp in an instant.

Naqi, who was following behind, paused, and looked in the direction of the bathroom, feeling a little dissatisfied.

No teeth brushing, no face washing, no simple cleaning.

It's not up to Natch's health standards.

"Meow."

Well, it's only the first day.

Everything in this world has its own difficulty, especially changing an adult's habitual work and rest life is even more difficult.

It's not just a matter of self-control, but overcoming a self-righteous heart.

However, this is not the biggest challenge.

Natch isn't worried.

The days with Batman were the hardest, especially getting Bruce up at 7:30 every morning, and even Nucky would get tired.

So what about Stark?

The next morning, Natch crouched beside Stark's bed, flicking his tail.

It's 7:29 now.

Natch showed his paws.

At the moment when 30 minutes came, the cat's paw scratched Stark's face.

Gently, like a feather caressing the heart.

Stark was sleeping in a dark, sweet and pure dream. He was suddenly stabbed, and then he seemed to see light chasing down from the sky. Gentle and peaceful, he woke up under the guidance of the light.

"...?"

Stark glanced at the clock.

Is the clock broken or am I out of my mind?

Stark hesitated for less than a second, then fell down decisively and continued to sleep.

Thinking that he had completed the task, Naqi jumped off the bed and was about to leave. He stopped the car, looked back at the bed, and blinked his golden eyes.

"Meow?"

Didn't you get up?Why did you go back to sleep again? ? ?

Humans are really a kind of creature that confuses Meow.

Ten minutes later, Stark was awakened by the heavy pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and met the black cat squatting on his chest, squinting his disapproving eyes directly into Stark's heart.

……

Come on, you win.

Stark got up, and the hell started brushing his teeth and washing his face before 8 o'clock in the morning.

Breakfast is hamburgers made by Naqi and real hot black tea milk.

He didn't put much salad ketchup, but put a lot of tomatoes and lettuce, and he didn't let himself pick it out. Stark was going crazy. Fortunately, the light Japanese-style hamburger meat was unexpectedly suitable with the sweet and sour tomatoes.

The first sip seemed to be taking poison, the second sip went much smoother, and the third sip couldn't stop.

After the wind and clouds passed, Stark pecked at the cup of steaming black tea milk contentedly, and actually felt something like "it's good to be alive".

……

Am I dying?

Stark begins to doubt himself.

But he saw Naqi pacing to the door of a cabinet, pawing lightly with his paw.

"Meow."

"...?"

"!!!"

Stark couldn't understand meow, but he knew what was in that locker.

It's the cat supplies that Pepper bought yesterday.

Pepper was ready to leave the cat litter, but there was no cat food. It was probably reserved for him to cultivate a relationship with Naqi. Pepper did not feed Naqi with food.

Stark almost spit out a mouthful of milk tea.

Oh grass.

On the first day a cat came to the house, he forgot to feed him, and he was not scratched to death immediately.

Gee.

Stark suddenly understood what was going on with the feeling just now.

From some perspectives, he is indeed a "survivor".

Naqi squatted on the carpet obediently, watching Stark rush over to dig out the cat food, crash into the feeder, and frantically rummaged through the feeding standards with the instruction manual. After carefully comparing with Naqi's body shape, he started to set Automatic feeder.

The next one is the running water for feeding.

While Stark was tossing the waterway, Natch walked to the edge of the plate, lowered his head, reserved, and began to chew the cat food in small bites.

Pepper bought the best and the best, regardless of price.

It seemed that Natchy was satisfied with the cat food, and Stark was relieved.

"Ping Pong Pong".

From some perspectives, Stark is a personality that strives for perfection. Excessive nitpicking makes him picky and subtly self-willed. In fact, he is just strict with himself.

With the help of mechanical devices at home, he struggled for an hour to get the running water device.

The pure white canal starts from the edge of the cat climbing frame, carrying the stream flowing, making a mooring sound, all the way down.

The canal extends to the corner where no one passes by. There is a small pool with small bubbles popping out from time to time, as if fish are swimming. In fact, the pool is very shallow and can only wet the cat's paws at most.

A filter device is connected below to ensure that the water quality is clean and clear, so that any kitten can use it comfortably.

Look at the time again, good guy, it's not even 10 o'clock in the morning.

Stark was a little confused.

Except for the overnight days in the laboratory, he would only get up at such a time when the alarm clock was knocking his life out. Generally speaking, he would go to the company for a meeting or something.

but today?

He has no plans.

Then he saw coffee and newspapers on the table, and even a set of sportswear, and the treadmill was plugged in.

Oh ok, the cat has his morning after-hours.

Coffee, newspaper, nap, treadmill.

A perfect morning.

Pepper almost frightened the papers out of his hands when he came in.

"Oh! Sorry, it's been so long since I've seen you so... are you okay, Tony? Do you need me to call someone over?" Just, that "wink if you're under control" tone.

Stark secretly rolled his eyes, and pointed at Nucky who hadn't finished eating the cat food.

"You guessed it right, I was kidnapped by it."

Seriously.

Natch raised his head in bewilderment.

Look left, look right.

"Meow?"

Human, what's wrong with you?