Shit shovel officer and his cat [Comprehensive British and American]

It was nine o'clock in the evening, a rainy night, when Hannibal rang Will's doorbell.

He should have been wearing a brown coat, combing his hair meticulously, and dealing with everyone and everything with elegance and calmness.

The reason why I said it should be is because he is in a rather embarrassing situation now.

His coat was gone, and the white shirt inside was soaked by the rain, outlining his muscular body. He looked like he exercised a lot, but there were three tiny red marks on his neck, very small.

Like being scratched by a grumpy cat.

In fact it is.

He held a cat in his arms, and an expensive suit jacket was wrapped around it. The kitten was clean, and there was a faint milky fragrance on its body.

After a short surprise, Will said, "Little Sally?"

Hearing the cry, little Sally struggled out of Hannibal's arms with flapping paws, jumped into Will's arms, arched, and made a cute little milk sound.

Hannibal quietly watched his cat fall into the arms of a dog, and asked calmly, "Is it convenient for me to come in?"

Your cats are all in, of course you can.

This meaning was revealed in Will's sight, he nodded, and returned to the living room with little Sally in his arms.

"What's the matter with you and little Sally?"

Hannibal changed his slippers and walked around the dogs lying on the carpet.

"It suddenly lost its temper with me and ran away from the house."

Will prepared a new shirt and towel for Hannibal. He had never seen Hannibal in such a mess. In Will's impression, the psychiatrist was facing the FBI case no matter day or night Whether it's a banquet, he can't make a mistake.

So perfect it feels fake.

But now, Will felt his truth.

Because of a cat.

It's called Sally, Hannibal's cat, but unexpectedly, she seems to prefer Will.

Every time she saw him, whether she was in Hannibal's arms or playing somewhere else, Sally would always run over to ask for a hug.

Will took a bag of dried fish from the cabinet, "Look, I bought this for you when you came last time."

"Meow~"

Sally is a pure white cat, it has a pair of glazed blue cat eyes, its meat pads are very clean, and there is no trace of grabbing Will's sleeve, and it is staring at the little fish with longing eyes.

Will rubbed Sally's little head, the palm of his hand was extremely soft.

Hannibal changed into wet clothes, and Will's clothes were a little too small for him. He picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on, "Sally always likes to come to you, obviously you have a bunch of dogs."

"But there are exceptions, aren't there?"

As the saying goes, cats and dogs are not allowed in a family, and those who keep dogs are usually not liked by cats.

But there seemed to be a strange charm about Will, and Sally liked him.

But to be precise, his cat liked Will more than Hannibal.

This FBI agent with a pack of dogs.

Will didn't know what Hannibal was thinking, but the closeness of his pet to others always made the owner feel uncomfortable. Will didn't feed Sally anymore, but the kitten's wet eyes always made people love it.

"Meow~"

Sally, her eyes wide open, jumped on top of Will, and her little paw patted Will's hand.

"Okay, Sally, you are too willful today, you can't eat anymore, you have to learn the lesson."

Will deliberately reprimanded Sally with a straight face.

Sally rubbed back and forth in Will's arms relentlessly, her little milky voice was coquettish, and her little pink tongue licked Will's hand, which seemed to have the delicious taste of dried fish.

Suddenly a big hand grabbed Sally's body, and she fell into a more familiar embrace.

A light masculine fragrance with some carnivorous undertones.

"Meow!"

Sally's voice changed, she was wronged and scared, she looked up at Hannibal, and Hannibal just happened to look down at her, "Sally, are you hungry?"

Sally whimpered and stayed in his arms obediently.

Hannibal looked away, "We should go."

Will froze for a moment, then reacted immediately.

"It must have been raining when you left home."

Will found an umbrella and a bath towel, one to keep out the rain and one to keep Sally warm.

Sally couldn't be wrapped in Hannibal's coat all the time.

It's so cute, let's go to the stray cat rescue station tomorrow. If the few cats in the family have no complaints, Will also wants to have a cat like Sally who loves to be coquettish.

Will thought so and said it out. He felt that he and Hannibal, who also had pets, should have a common language.

After all, the FBI case made them often overlap.

However, Hannibal didn't have much willingness to discuss this topic in depth.

But he took the initiative to ask Will about the Texas girl hunting case, and after mixing Will's thoughts into the gloomy case, Hannibal bid farewell and left politely.

Hannibal's car was parked outside the apartment.

Sally ran very fast this time. She took advantage of Hannibal's inattention and sneaked out of the house, but she was still not as fast as the four wheels.

Because Hannibal saw through Sally.

It likes Will.

In the car, the sound of the rain was isolated from the outside, and Hannibal put Sally in the passenger seat, where there was a pet seat belt that Hannibal ordered from a pet company.

"Unfortunately? I was caught before entering Will's house."

Hannibal rubbed Sally's little head like Will did, but her reaction was not as soft and cute as when facing Will, her hair was blown all over, and she "meowed" pitifully.

If it wasn't for the seat belt, Sally would have scratched him already.

In fact, Sally had already scratched him once when Hannibal grabbed him.

See, the scratch marks on Hannibal's neck are the proof.

"You're always sharper than boring humans."

Hannibal withdrew his hand.

Obviously he handled it very cleanly, because of Sally's little cleanliness, he even washed his hands three times.

Hannibal's house is clean and everything is in order.

Of course, it's also Sally's house, which has a little room of its own, its own little fridge with little plates and saucers.

Because the big freezer was always full of Hannibal's ingredients, Sally didn't like her food getting those smells.

Not only that, but Sally didn't like the smell of Hannibal's body, especially after his hunting was over, the smell on his body was strong. Whenever this happened, Sally would be very irritable and would run away from home if there was any disagreement.

But even at other times, Sally was not enthusiastic.

Will may not know that the reason why Hannibal is not interested in talking to him about how pets are cute and cute is because Sally has never acted like a baby to him.

This is definitely the biggest regret of a shit-shoveling officer.

The author has something to say: a stalk, the author couldn’t resist making a joke √It’s probably a short novel~

small theater--

Hannibal: Sally, are you hungry?

As he said that, Hannibal opened the small refrigerator. Salmon cat food, beef cat food, vegetable puree and chicken breast cat food were carefully cooked by Chef Hannibal.