cat bully

After being beaten by the cat master, Xiaodie was quiet for a while, but this time was quite short, only two hours.

After lunch, it began to shake off its arms again, pulling hatred with all its strength.

During the National Day, I don’t have to go to school, and I don’t want to go home. My mother is a typical 3-minute fever-the moment she came home, she laughed like a flower, and after 3 minutes, her enthusiastic face gradually cooled down, and she turned on the fault-finding mode- —

"Did you bring your homework? Well, you didn't bring your homework, so why did you come back?"

——Look, my mother didn't miss me at all, but homework!

So I just stayed in the rented house honestly and worked as a competent excrement shoveler who worked overtime during holidays.

At this moment, I looked at Papa in the middle of the living room and fell into deep thought—our dog is really brave after being beaten up by the cat master and dared to be dragged in the middle of the room openly.

It’s just after noon, and Master Cat is taking a nap. In order not to wake him up, I stand on tiptoe when shoveling shit, and spray some freshener in the living room, so as not to wake him up by the smell.

But Xiaodie, an unlucky child, is born to be beaten, rampages in the room, and jumps up and down. I put the fragile table on a high place, and it can jump on the bookshelf and shake it down. The noise is loud, I It's hard not to find out.

I went to the study room and saw broken glass all over the floor. The little thing was quite happy, wagging its tail around the corpse on the stage, as if showing the results of victory.

I was afraid that the glass slag would hurt it, so I lifted it aside.

The table belongs to the homeowner, so it's not important to think about it, so he didn't take it away, but it's someone else's property after all, so it's not good to break it.

I looked at the crumbs all over the place, and my hands were surprisingly itchy, but I still reminded myself—this is someone else’s dog, and it’s worth two months’ worth of pork, which is more expensive than my own. rise!

For the sake of money, no, for the sake of my friendship with Da Tao, I suppressed my grievances, and started picking up the glass shards before I finished shoveling the shit.

Master Cat also woke up and walked in with catwalks. He leaned forward and stared at the photo on the ground.

The person in the photo is the owner of the house. He looks pretty handsome and is about my age. In fact, when I was renting a house, I was quite unbalanced in my heart. I am also a young man. Why does he already have a house for rent and can control the financial power? up?

I finished sweeping the shards of glass, ready to pick up the photos.

At this time, Xiaodie walked in, smelled the photo, then raised her leg, and pissed on it, pissed, pissed, pissed...

Ten minutes later, I was holding a bag of potato chips, and stood at the door of the toilet, listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves inside—Master Cat blocked Xiaodie in the toilet and closed the door to clean up.

The phrase "close the door and beat the dog" really has connotations!