sherlock cat

Although Jenny was indeed a little depressed by the stimulation in Sherlock's eyes, she ran out and regretted it immediately when she was blown by the cold wind in the wilderness.

It was the first time for Jenny to show such an extremely unforgiving temper, and she blushed deeply for herself.

To say that when she was in the forest, she followed the tiger king all day to bully the weak and act mischievously, she was also "disliked by everyone". At that time, her skin was as thick as a city wall, and she never thought of it.

I don't know why now, with just one look, I couldn't stand it anymore, and was so injured that I ran away.

It's true that the more you live, the more you go back, and you are very hopeless.

Although self-criticism was thorough, it would be too embarrassing to turn back after running away—is she trying to save face?

Jenny wandered around depressedly in the dark for a long time with a cat alone, but she really had nowhere to go, so she went to Einstein's place.

Although we only met once, Einstein is a good dog, and he very interestingly gave half of his litter to Jenny.In the spirit of solidarity, friendship, and mutual help, he also generously distributed his dinner to her.

Jenny warmed her cold heart, thanked her, and tactfully returned Einstein's dog bowl to him.

"Gouzi, tell me, is it better to be a human being or a demon?"

The wind at night was a bit cool, and Jenny leaned against Einstein's thick fur.

For Einstein, whose name is Einstein, but not that high in IQ, this is a complicated problem.

It racked its brains and thought for a long time, and replied sincerely: "I have never been a human, nor have I been a demon, but I think it is better to be a dog."

Jenny turned her head, and the green cat pupils glowing in the night looked at it.

"I, did I say something wrong?" Einstein asked hesitantly.

Jenny's meager cultivation is only a little transparent in front of Xiao Hei, but in front of Einstein and other small animals with undeveloped minds, she is a big monster with great coercion, very capable of showing off her prestige.

"No." After a few seconds of silence, Jenny stretched out her paw and stroked its dog's head kindly and kindly, "I think it's very good of you too."

Jenny spent another hour in Einstein's kennel, asking him some philosophically difficult questions.

Although Jenny felt that it would be demeaning to ask a three-year-old dog about relationship problems, it was still okay for everyone to chat casually to pass the time during the long night.

These "casual chat" topics go something like this:

For example, as two interspecies creatures, how do you and your master cultivate their relationship on a daily basis?

For another example, one day you are not satisfied with eating and drinking with your master, what should you do if you want to have some indescribable relationship with him?

……

All kinds of questions like this made a loyal, brave and straightforward dog dizzy, and felt that the life of a dog was difficult.

When Jenny felt that the time was almost up, she finally got up to leave. Einstein immediately jumped up and saw him off with tears in his eyes.

Jenny was deeply moved, and felt that Einstein was not only interesting, but also very insightful.She recognized this friend.

Seeing that the dog is so reluctant to part with her, Jenny intends to stay with him for a while longer, but she is anxious to go back to see Sherlock, so she regrets to say goodbye.

Watching Jenny's petite figure finally disappear into the night, Einstein heaved a sigh of relief.

Standing in front of the small hotel, Jenny looked up at the night sky.

On a cloudy day, not a single star could be seen in the sky, and the moon shyly hid behind the clouds. Only a small piece of light was illuminated by the corridor lamp in front of the hotel gate, which was dim and yellow, and it was very miserable to watch.

It was late in the morning, and everything was quiet. The fireplace in the small dining room was extinguished, and the music also stopped.

Jenny, a cat, stood alone for a long while, then Fang quietly jumped all the way along the window sill.

She originally wanted to use a window to get in, but she didn't want the doors and windows of Sherlock's room to be tightly closed.I had no choice but to use the wall penetration technique that was not effective at that time again.

The room is as quiet as the outside, but slightly brighter than the outside.Jenny looked up and saw a bedside lamp was on silently.

With the light on, he could clearly see the owner of the room lying on the bed.

Jenny walked over with her meaty paws.

After walking two steps and then stopped, he raised his paw to touch his heart in some amazement.This dance is a little too cheerful.

And the closer you get, the faster you jump.

Jenny walked forward in fear, worrying that she would become the first cat demon to die of a rapid heartbeat.

Finally, she trudged to his bed with difficulty, and Jenny lightly jumped onto the cabinet next to her. When she saw the white cheek buried in the pillow, her frantically beating heart suddenly calmed down again.

It's amazing.

Jenny just squatted on the cabinet like that, staring at it for a while with a silly face.

While watching, I was still making a judgment in my heart, he was much cuter when he was asleep than when he was awake.

It is indeed much cuter, the eyes that can always see everything are lightly closed, and the long eyelashes cover the eye sockets, leaving a small soft shadow there.The sharp-edged cheeks were sinking into the soft pillow at the moment, and the soft hair hung down to cover half of his forehead.

Jenny couldn't hold back, she jumped lightly from the cabinet, and jumped directly to his pillow, getting closer.

She is light in weight, there is no trace of stepping on the mattress, and she doesn't make a sound.

She moved her head closer, sniffed the scent on him vigorously, then stretched out her little paw tremblingly, and touched the hair on his forehead carefully.

Jenny thought very hopelessly, not to mention that he just looked at her once or twice with a sharp sword, even if he really poked a hole or two in her body with a sharp sword, she would always forgive him.

He is her Sherlock Holmes!

Jenny didn't know that there was a word in the human world called obscene, which was just right to describe her behavior of smelling and touching with intoxication.

Jenny, who was immersed in the "obscene behavior" and couldn't extricate herself, suddenly saw Sherlock's hand that fell outside the quilt.

It is true that the perfect Sherlock also has a pair of well-defined, slender and perfect hands, but this is not the reason why this hand attracts Jenny's attention at this moment.

Jenny walked along the edge of the bed, that beautiful big hand was placed beside him, and there was a slit about an inch long on the back of the hand.

The wound had already condensed, but it lay thin and long on the fair skin, which looked very dazzling.

Maybe they were scratched by a tree branch when they were in Devil's Valley, but she didn't realize it until now, it was really careless.

Jenny glanced back at Sherlock, who was still sleeping soundly(?).

Jenny lowered her cat's head very reassuringly, and licked the wound lightly, then again, and again...

In fact, one lick is enough, and the next two... Well, let's take it as her reward.

After doing all this, Jenny walked back to Sherlock's pillow, stared at his face twice, and finally found a comfortable position next to his pillow with some reluctance, curled up in a ball and lay down.

Jenny thought that although there were some twists and turns in the middle, this day was a perfect day after all.

The room regained its tranquility—real tranquility, but there was a soft breathing sound in the air.

Ten seconds later, Mr. Holmes, who was supposed to be sleeping "obediently" on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.There was no trace of sleepiness in those deep gray eyes.

Sherlock looked calmly at the cat that was nestling next to his pillow, or should he have asked, was it a cat?

Although after Jenny "has made a fuss about the Baskervilles", Sherlock already feels that this is not just an ordinary cat, but a very smart cat.

But that's about it.

A smart cat.

He himself has a unique smart brain, so he prefers smart people relatively - Watson is an exception.Well, Mrs. Hudson is an exception.Well, and Lestrade...

There are a lot of exceptions, but in general, he really likes smart people.

A smart cat is not annoying.

But after the trip to the Devil's Valley, Sherlock discovered that this unobtrusive cat may be more than just smart.

He and Watson came here to look for a genetically mutated "giant hound", but the hound didn't find it, but they found a "genetically mutated" cat?

Sherlock slowly raised the right hand that had just been licked, and under the dim light, his eyes moved.

The wound on his hand was gone.

……

The author has something to say: What's going on when you suddenly want to stand on the dog?

Juanjuan: I lost to a dog? !

haha~~

Thanks to Ahen for being so cute and throwing a landmine

Thanks to the two little cute nutrient solutions:

读者“染霜”,灌溉营养液+102020-07-1913:49:51

读者“奉孝无双”,灌溉营养液+12020-07-1900:33:54