pet writer

Not every fake cat likes water, for example, black cats don't like it very much.

In order to impress the two kittens who didn't get into trouble, Qiao Yu put the two kittens on the shelf.The little white heads and the little orange heads were leaning together, and there was more curiosity than fear on their faces.

After all, watching a cat bathe and bathing yourself are two different things!

The black cat that was captured at the beginning was barely able to maintain its aloof attitude, and then after hitting the water, the whole cat hugged Qiao Yu's arm like a koala hugging a branch, The struggling water splashed Qiao Yu's face, and then let out a cry like a slaughtered pig: "Meow——!!!"

Not to mention why the two kittens were frightened, even Azhi, who was lingering at the door and hesitating whether to go in, turned around and ran away when he heard the sound.

"Aww—meow—"

Qiao Yu washed hundreds of cats, if not thousands, and the black cat was the most responsive among them. It barked in rhythm with the ambulance and almost sent Qiao Yu away.

The experienced Qiao Yu grabbed its two front legs and poured water on the cat bit by bit. Before soaping up, a basin of gray-black water was obtained.

It was so dirty that Qiao Yu quickly suspected that it might be a gray cat itself, but it turned into a black cat only because it was too dirty.

Dirty to discolored.

During this period, the black cat was like a girl with yellow flowers who was taken advantage of. It kept meowing and meowing, and its legs kept kicking back, but it had no strength. It reminded Qiao Yu of the soap operas he had seen before and the classic line: "Your name is , You go ahead, it’s useless to break your throat.”

The subconscious mind substituted itself into the cannon fodder villain... The doctor silently closed his mind.

After changing the water twice, the doctor gave it bubbles.

After howling for half an hour, this physically exhausted dog lost its strength, and leaned against the side of the basin, whining, humming, self-taught and miserable.Qiao Yu freed her hand to pat it on the back and stroke its throat, afraid that this silly cat would howl out of order.

After all, it can't really break the throat.

Just when Qiao Yu was worrying about how to make him shut up, the two kittens stretched out their heads because it was howling too loudly, and because it was whining, met the eyes of the black cat.

Black Cat: "..."

The black cat shut up.

After being bombarded for more than ten minutes, Qiao Yu's ears finally cleared up.

Really relieved.

Another fake cat with a face.Of course, if it was a real cat, it would not have been able to wait for Qiao Yu to come, just because it had eaten chocolate before.

The black cat itself was thin, and when it got wet, its fur became even thinner when it got close to the skin. It felt skinny to the touch, and it had a miserable effect even without pretending to be pitiful.

The big cat eyes of the wet-wet-wet black cat look even bigger, and the whole cat's head is full of eye sockets. It looks a bit like Gollum in Lord of the Rings, ugly and cute.

The cat was resting on the edge of the tub, trying to struggle but was exhausted, so he could only comfort himself in his heart: After washing, he is a good man again.

Woo woo woo.

Then Maomao lay down straight and Ren Qiaoyu washed it, which was in stark contrast to the way it struggled 5 minutes ago.

After washing, it was wrapped in a blanket in the doctor's arms and let the doctor dry it, with a look of unlovable expression on his face.

The wiped black cat is prettier than ever.The black fur doesn't look dirty, and there's filth hidden inside, so Qiao Yu couldn't tell how dirty the cat with a mental age of only three months is. Now that it's been washed clean, its hair is fluffy and fluffy. Only then did Qiao Yu discover the black cat's fur. It's quite long.

Even if it crouched in a corner and shrank into a self-closing lump, that hairy butt looked cuter than before.

The little white cat came out of the cat bath and went to find the black cat when it landed. After circling the autistic black cat twice, the little white cat tilted its head and squatted down beside it.

The black cat felt something beside him, and heard the girl's soft voice without turning his head: "Meow."

The black cat looked at the little white cat approaching for a moment, then said weakly: "Meow."

The little white cat tilted its head: "Meow?"

The black cat got down on the ground: "Meow."

The little white cat couldn't strike up a conversation, so he activated the strike-up skills he learned at Zhongye Miao, stepped forward and licked the black cat, "Meow!"

The black cat was dumbfounded, the black cat was stupid. "Mi... Meow..."

Another fake cat that has never been licked by a cat, now opens the door to a new world.

A big black dumpling and a small white dumpling.

Qiao Yu couldn't hold back, hugged the little orange cats and took a picture of them.

Brother Mao bared his teeth and claws in his hands, very angry, as if the farmer's cabbage was sniffed by a pig, and now he is going to kill the pig.

After shooting the cat, Zhong turned into an orange cannonball and blasted the briquette licked by his sister.

Zhongye cats generally don't bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

——It is not ruled out that there are unusual times.

Qiao Yu put down the cat, stretched and yawned, and walked upstairs. The cats downstairs pretended not to hear them.

I am really tired today.

The veterinarian, who is also physically disabled, thought to himself: Let the cat solve the problem by itself.

The store will open tomorrow.

Learn more from Aha when you have time.Do you know how Aha grew up safely in the pet shop?

It is because Aha and Xiao Ming's grandfather are of the same type.

Congxin's dog, be cowardly.

The cow cat over there turned its head and walked away while listening to the black cat's screams, shaking its head seriously, and wanted to click twice in its mouth, somehow remembering that the doctor slapped its butt, I can't get it out.

Maomao ran quickly to Leibo Street.

Some time ago, not long after some military personnel came in on Leibo Street, there might have been a few fewer people and a few more bodies.

There are fewer people talking about weapons and gods, but more local cannon fodder.

In Yokohama, various organizations that cannot be controlled by the government are like mushrooms after the spring rain. Those who can be established for more than a year are lucky, and those who have been established for more than five years are the real behemoths.Under the big waves, there are only three left that meet this standard: the local Takase Club, the port mafia occupying the port, and the GSS where foreign-funded enterprises have fallen.

These three organizations all claim how many years they have been established in other places and how much capital they have abroad. Anyway, Osamu Dazai doesn't believe a word of this nonsense.

As time went by, small organizations collapsed and emerged again, and the remaining three began to show their prominence gradually, and recently they began to fight in the dark for a batch of materials smuggled from abroad.

They were either fighting elsewhere, or they were fighting on Leibo Street.

It is a headache for the spiders entrenched in Leibo Street.

Pretending to be a headache.

Thanks to the blessings of these people, Osamu Dazai's life has been enriched a lot.

These people may be vulnerable to really large organizations, but in Yokohama, they are already rare and wealthy.They lived and died, and left a lot of things that are rare for the people here on Leibo Street.Unfinished cigarettes and small wine bottles are all sought-after luxuries on Leibo Street.

Because of this, Lei Bo Street is actually quite welcoming to them, and every time the corpses they leave behind become a sought-after item on Lei Bo Street.

Osamu Dazai found it quite interesting that they regarded Saibo Street as a garbage dump, and Saibo Street regarded them as recyclable garbage.

Perfect match.

For example, now, Osamu Dazai snatched a flashlight from the recyclable garbage.

As soon as the cat appeared, Osamu Dazai turned on the flashlight.

He looked expectantly at the back of the cat

--No.

——There is no bento feeding today.

The boy's disappointed expression was beyond words.

The expression of the cow cat is gradually dangerous.

The cat's iris-colored eyes narrowed, and the cat's eyes reflected the faint light outside.It pressed its claws hard, jumped up and jumped onto the bed, and used the experience gained from stepping on Qiao Yu to step on Osamu Dazai, and the precise blow made the young man curl up speechless.

The cow cat stood in front of him with the same expression as Dazai Osamu just now.

Osamu Dazai, who couldn't beat the cat, paused for a long time, and asked angrily, "You, what are you doing?"

Maomao let him see his legs.

Osamu Dazai looked over in confusion, "What is this?"

Maomao's hind legs patted the floor.

"what?"

"Meow!" Quickly get it down for me!

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, revealing a little fox-like light, and he dragged out his voice: "Oh——? What do you mean? What are you going to—?"

The boy stepped on the life and death line of the cat's anger, and Dapeng spread his wings, pretending to be crazy and foolish, and slowly helped the cat to remove the burrs from its hind legs before it wanted to make a move.

Ajimao: The fist is hard.

"What is this?" The boy held up the seed and observed it before reaching a conclusion: "Have you gone to the back mountain?"

"What did you go to the back mountain for no reason, oh...today is a celebration, so now the person who raised you went to the celebration? Tsk tsk tsk, little cat, so you are such a stalker, does your breeder know?"

Where did the cat learn that tut tut?Not on him.

"So now, are you too dirty to go home?" The young man guessed with a smile, thinking that it was almost inseparable.

The cat's iris-colored eyes narrowed in the darkness, and it jumped to the boy's side, shaking its fur frantically when it stood still.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The ashes on the cat's body and the dust shaking in Osamu Dazai's room made him cough uncontrollably.

Osamu Dazai got up and wanted to catch the cat, but the cat had already jumped up and jumped back and forth among the few pieces of furniture. With Dazai Osamu's malnourished body, he couldn't catch the cat at all.

Another physical waste.

Mao Mao stood on a high place, condescendingly looking down at the young man who had exhausted himself after a while.

It jumped down, stepped on Dazai Osamu's face, and left two complete cat paw prints on the young boy's fair and beautiful face.

A little moonlight came in from outside, leaving a dim glow.The cat stood in the moonlight, and Osamu Dazai sat in the darkness.

"It's too much." Osamu Dazai stared at the cat nonchalantly.

The moon elongated the cat's shadow until it reached Osamu Dazai's feet.

"Okay and I are the same kind, but you actually found a home." Osamu Dazai said as he fell back and lay on the ground, "You still dare not go home because of being dirty...hahaha...that's ridiculous... ..."

From the cat's point of view, the beasts had gone mad again.

Osamu Dazai lay on the ground laughing for a while, sucked in the dust on the ground, coughed uncontrollably, and then stopped moving.

The cat waited for a while, and circled half a circle to see if the man was dead or not. When Osamu Dazai hugged him violently, he took a bite. The cat turned around and kicked him on the face again. The cat has lost a few hairs.

The cat was speechless, and walked away with its tail up.

Osamu Dazai was beaten again by the cat, but he was inexplicably happy.

He played with the seed he had pulled from the cat for a while, "Man? Woman? Interesting."