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

Every battle should have a name.

On that sunny afternoon, on the fresh green lawn.

Cause: A cross-racial love triangle between a cat, a dog and Will, a long-time enemy between the seasoned cat and dog, and they are extremely jealous when they meet.

Process: Sally, who was fired by the shit shoveling officer, went forward bravely and used the weapon [cut claws] to try to avenge the big dog Winston, who was too slow to move, and the two rolled onto the lawn.

Still on the lawn.

They were always on the lawn, Sally's fur fluttering, and Winston's howling could be heard half a mile away.

The battle was so dark and dark, Sally swore it was the first time it had lived so happily in such a long time!

Winston gritted his teeth, and it was the first time he was so aggrieved after living for so long! !

Sally: Oh, dead dog.

Winston: Oh, green tea whore.

The man not far away is always like a bystander watching the conflict between cats and dogs, which is quite playful for human beings.

Even though Sally was thrown to the ground by Winston, the petite white ball seemed to be crushed by the big dog.

Hannibal didn't intend to step forward to stop it either.

He knew that Sally hated Winston so much because of Will.

Will is indeed a human being who likes animals very much. Regardless of the fact that his cat likes a dog, Hannibal appreciates Will's ability to empathize very much.

Sally and Winston's fight ends quickly before Will returns, unwilling to let Will see him bullying his dog.

Winston couldn't talk anyway, and Will would never know that Sally was a curmudgeonly kitten.

In fact, when Will came back, he didn't notice the injury on Winston's body for the first time. His mind was in a mess. The clues all appeared in Will's mind as No.1.

It's his talent, and it's his nightmare.

He looked at his house, the closed apartments, with a big hole in it, and a bloody hand protruding from it.

A scream pierced the sky.

Will snapped back to his senses, and felt his trousers being pulled by someone in a trance. He lowered his head, and Winston bit his trousers pitifully, whining from his throat.

"You are hurt?"

Will opened the door and led Winston into the room, frowning as he dealt with the scratches on Winston's body. They were slender and sharp, like the claws of a beast. The skin was traumatized, but the scarlet color was really glaring.

Will's head hurts sharply, and he clutches his head and gasps for breath.

There were also three claw marks on the back of the deceased, which looked like the sharp claws of wild beasts. The crime scene was like a hunting ground, with traces of wild beasts tearing everywhere.

The victim was a hunter with a hunter license.

Will silently treated Winston's wound, sat on the sofa to rest, and fell into deep thought. Winston whimpered and curled up at Will's feet, looking at Will with dark eyes, and kept screaming.

Will, who was disturbed and couldn't think, reached out and touched Winston's head, "Don't fight with other dogs next time."

Winston couldn't understand Will's words, but it could feel Will comforting it, obediently rubbed Will's hand, and closed his eyes to rest.

Different from the oppressive and quiet atmosphere on Will's side, Sally's carnival like a winner at the moment.

As soon as she left Will's apartment, Sally jumped up and down in Hannibal's car, looking inquiring before the traffic police stopped her.

Looking at Hannibal through the car window like a criminal doing some ulterior smuggling operation.

Until Hannibal rolled down the window, revealing a messy interior.

"My cat is very excited now, don't get too close, it will scratch you."

The traffic policeman looked at Hannibal, and within a short while completely lost his previous suspicion of him. Temperament can deceive a person.

Hannibal could be a scholar, he could be a doctor, only he wouldn't be a criminal.

In particular, there are a few cat hairs on his hair, which makes him look more approachable.

The traffic police looked away from Hannibal, and then looked at the excited cat in Hannibal's mouth. It jumped all over the car, making a purring sound, extremely fast, and its expression... was weird, with its little pink tongue sticking out. Coming out, the pupils formed a sharp line.

The traffic policeman looked delicate: "Did you give your cat a stimulant?"

This was a joke, and Hannibal responded with a smile: "I won the fight with my friend's dog."

Traffic police: "..."

I don't understand the psychology of you pet owners.

"Alright, stay safe."

After closing the car window, Hannibal grabbed the fluttering Sally back, and pressed the pet seat belt on the passenger seat in a serious manner.

It was rare for Sally to cooperate with Hannibal, and sat there obediently, panting with her tongue out.

One day after this case, Jack of the FBI invited Hannibal to do a profile.

At that time, Sally had just finished going crazy.

Sally, who hadn't slept all day and night, was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep quickly when she was resting.

When Jack came, Sally was taking a nap on the refrigerator in a circle, and it took a lot of strength to beat Winston up. Hearing Jack's voice, the light-sleeping Sally opened her blue cat eyes, and her pupils were shining brightly. Instantly narrowed into snake-like vertical pupils, it looked at Jack, closed its eyes again, and buried its small face in its body, leaving only a pair of white fluffy cat ears, layer by layer on the inside. Fine fluff, revealing a faint pink.

Occasionally tremble.

The man's eyes are very detailed, so detailed that he can clearly see the dust in the air when the fluff shakes.

"Doctor Hannibal?"

Hannibal, who was distracted, focused his attention on Jack's face, with a faint expression, "Sorry, I can go there now."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief: "Great."

This is an ordinary case, an ordinary profile.

It was true for Hannibal, and it was true for Sally.

Hannibal often goes out to participate in FBI cases. Whenever this time, Sally always has a cat at home.

Hannibal rarely took Sally out.

Not all cats like to live alone. One of the reasons Sally likes Will is that Will often takes Winston out for walks.

Sally doesn't want to be walked...

It just wants to play.

And Hannibal would always lock the doors and windows when he went out, and Sally's scope of activities was only this home.

Every time Sally ran away from home, it was when the shit shoveler was at home, and she slipped out under the shit shoveler's nose, and then was caught back in despair.

But now Sally just wanted to sleep. She fell into a light sleep for a while, and the sleepy bug quickly entered her dreamland. The kitten fell into a deep sleep, only breathing lightly.

The apartment was empty, and a red rose in a tall transparent vase was on the dining table.

Time passed slowly, but it was also sunset, and night covered the world.

There was a soft knock at the door, and a pair of black leather shoes stepped on the clean floor.

The shoes were very clean, so clean that it was weird, as if they had never been outside.

The owner of the shoes didn't stop at the door, he turned on the light, and the iron-blond hair was not as clean as the shoes, and a disobedient strand hung down, stained with brown liquid, which had already condensed at this moment.

He took a step forward with his black bag in his hand, and went straight to the basement without stopping.

But he stopped by the sofa.

Sally yawned a little, and stretched on the refrigerator. The kitten's soft body bent into a graceful line, and the blue cat's eyes glanced lazily at Hannibal.

"Meow~"

You smell disgusting, shit shoveling.

Sally jumped out of the refrigerator, and the pink meat pad stepped on the floor, light and small, it changed to a position far away from Hannibal and continued to sleep on its nest.

Hannibal smiled, his dark eyes followed Sally from the refrigerator to its small bedroom, and the kitten's pretty little tail also closed the door.

His cats seem to hate him.

Or, his cats just hate the smell of him.

The smell of hunting.

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