[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

If there's anything weirder than a cat that can cook and heal, it's that the cat can not only read English and understand human speech, but also use electronics.

According to Batman's follow-up supplementary instructions, the cat can even use ordinary chemical means to prepare potions.

"...Did we accidentally fall into some magical dungeon?" Stark muttered to himself in a daze.

Of course Natch, who was watching the news on his laptop, would not answer such a stupid question.

In the end, Stark couldn't bear it anymore, leaned forward, tried, and gently stroked the beautiful little black cat hiding under the cloak.

Because of the cloak, Stark is stroking the tip of his tail.

Naqi looked back at the human being, a little confused.

"Cough," Stark was a little embarrassed when he was discovered, "Can you get the test tube?"

Ordinary chemistry?Um?

Stark felt that he had to figure this out. After all, this cat couldn't handle a scalpel no matter what, how would he operate on him afterwards?

Even though Batman repeatedly assured that the cat was absolutely fine, Stark still felt that the problem was serious.

Natch tilted his head, raised his paw, and faced Stark.

Stark held his breath looking at the pink meat pad that seemed to have never touched the ground, and saw the meat pad shrink slightly, move, tighten and relax.

"Meow." Naqi called, as if asking him: Do you think I can hold it?

Strangely, Stark found that he understood, and then felt that he was really an idiot.

How could the cat's claw hold a test tube or a scalpel?

Stark let out a muffled snort in frustration. He sweated from running, and tossed the living pool for the cat. He was already exhausted. After sending off the little pepper, he had no strength, so he simply took advantage of the powerlessness to take a bath.

It should be good to put a hot water soak or something.

Stark was used to living alone, so he went into the bathroom generously, started to turn on the hot water, and went to take a shower by himself. It would be less stressful to wash first and then soak.

Unexpectedly, while washing, the door of the bathroom opened.

Stark almost frightened the soap off his hands.

"What are you doing?!"

He hasn't checked whether this cat is a male cat or a female cat!

Naqi looked up at Stark, then at the water, then at the bathtub next to him, silently pouted his buttocks, and after accumulating energy, he jumped up and jumped onto the edge of the bathtub. When this guy would roll into the pool because of slippery feet, it stood firmly.

Stark struggled for a while, but still pulled the towel to wrap around his focus.

"go out!"

"Meow."

Naqi yelled lazily, and the person who yelled was crisp, and didn't want to yell at all. It completely ignored Stark's scolding just now, stretched out its paws to touch the water surface, then looked up at Stark, and stared quietly. with.

It's too hot.

Stark felt the other party's accusation.

Just, there is a feeling of scribbling on multiple choice questions for homework when I was a child, only to find my parents watching behind me when I turned around.

Stark gulped.

What is this inexplicable feeling of guilty conscience?

The current water temperature is about 45 degrees or higher, which belongs to his regular water. Some time ago, due to the need to accelerate the metabolism of toxins in the body, Stark has become accustomed to this kind of high-temperature hot bath, and sometimes even A little higher, let the skin flush up.

But apparently Naci didn't agree with this temperature.

Thinking that this was his "Doctor Meow", the guilty Stark took the initiative to turn off the hot water and pour cold water into the sink.

Natch tried it with his paw again, and when he felt it was okay, he gave a "meow", and Stark immediately turned off the water obediently.

Now the temperature in the pool is about 37-40 degrees.

Then Natch left satisfied.

Stark breathed a sigh of relief.

This time he made sure that he locked the door before continuing to take a bath. He took the time to finish washing and got in to take a bath.

It was a little cold, Stark shrank back, feeling a little wronged, and then felt wrong, why did he have a childish temper?

He submerged in the water and held back for a while, then got out of his head, shook the water from his hair, and lay on the pillow in a daze.

It feels so unreal today.

Whether it's that healthy breakfast, a regular schedule, or that cat.

Just like a dream.

After soaking, he began to feel sleepy.

Get some sleep.

Stark thought in a daze.

In the past, there would be no one else at home, and the intelligent system in the building would not have the authority to enforce Stark's life when there was no threat to his life. He could always sleep well when he wanted.

However, this time Stark failed to fall asleep smoothly.

When Stark had just soaked for about 20 minutes, a harsh scratching sound interrupted his drowsiness.

"What?" Stark almost jumped up.

I thought it was an attack, but it turned out that Natch, who couldn't get in the bathroom, was scratching the door frantically.

……

Are you addicted to controlling me like a cat? ? ?

Stark was so angry that he suffocated for a while. He would never hit a small animal that looked harmless, at least not until the other party showed a threat.

At this time, after holding his breath for a long time, he still could only hold his breath, and went to open the door with a depressed face.

"What are you doing?"

"Meow."

Naqi still let out a soft cry, and arched a small basket with rollers, which contained bath towels.

"...Do you think I've been soaking for too long?" Well, in just one day, he has reached the tenth level of cat language.

Naqi nodded, seeing Stark put on the scarf with a frustrated face, he turned and walked away, nestled in his own den, and began to lick his fur very attentively.

Stark looked at the extra hair dryer next to the sofa, and it was still plugged in. He couldn't help but gasped, and resigned himself to blowing his hair.

"I got you."

Natch flicked his tail and continued to lick his fur.

After drying his hair, Stark decided to go to the laboratory for a while, and took a few peeks at Naqi to see that he had no objection before he quickly entered the laboratory and locked the door.

The sound insulation of the building is very good. Naqi took a short nap before lazily getting up and supporting himself.

After waiting for Stark for two hours, he got out of the laboratory and found that lunch had been placed on the table.

Creamy corn chowder, pan-fried lamb chops, and a salad of vegetables like lettuce kale and white radish sticks still looked like they had no dressing on them.

Stark was a little suffocated, but he sniffed it closely, and it seemed to be poured with Japanese-style vine vinegar, which was very refreshing.

It's not entirely unacceptable.

"Well, you should think about the good, at least you won't ask me to go out to socialize."

Natchy, however, was taking a nap.

Stark told it that he was going to work and it didn't hear it.

"Why is this cat ignoring me?" Stark was depressed, sitting in the office still thinking about this matter, and the expressions of the employees seeing him seeing a ghost.

Pepper served him a cup of pure black coffee: "Actually, the most surprising thing is that our Mr. Stark still remembers where his office is." And a donut.

Stark rubbed his hands gently, with a look of happiness on his face.

Pepper had a strange expression: "Could it be that our little Naqi didn't let you eat sweets, so you ran out secretly?"

Stark petrified for a moment, calmly thawed himself, and began to eat donuts slowly, taking half a bite.

"How is it possible!?" Although it is really possible.

The guilty Stark turned on the home monitor and found that the cat was still sleeping with its front paws curled up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. As it fell asleep, it changed from a neat circle to lying on its side, kicking out its hind hooves and straightening its front paws. He lifted his head up, as if stretching himself, then licked his small mouth with the tip of his pink tongue, and continued to sleep.

Stark was surprised to find that the cat's body was much longer than he thought.

"Is this a black noodle?" Stark was stunned.

Pepper drank his afternoon tea and shrugged leisurely.

The cat took a nap and slept until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Stark became impatient and sneaked back home after getting off work early. Only then did he open his eyes, look at the door, and then fell back with a sleepy face.

"Get up, little lazy cat." Stark teased it with a special cat teaser.

The little green fur ball poked the little black cat's face.

Natch raised one eyelid and looked at him lazily.

"Meow."

It was very shameless, and instead of playing with its front paws, it precisely stepped on the cat teasing stick with its back paws, kicked it away, and kicked Stark's hand far away.

another.

Stark persevered.

Small dried fish.

Naqi raised his eyes, sat up reservedly, stretched his body, and moved closer.

Wow.

Stark felt his little heart start to "plop", "plop" accelerated, almost holding his breath, watching the little black cat come over, sniffing, testing, when Naqi finally opened his mouth to eat the little cat When the fish was dry, he cautiously breathed a sigh of relief.

what is this?

The charm of shoveling shit?

Stark's expression became strange.