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

Cats are smarter than dogs. Many people base this conclusion on the fact that dogs are easier to domesticate than cats, and cats are more independent and rebellious than dogs that easily sit at the feet of their owners and beg for mercy. They are self-centered , human emotional behavior has little effect on them.

But in this world, there are only police dogs and no police cats. Compared with cats full of uncertainties, for humans, dogs are obviously more suitable to be friends and assistants of humans.

But even so, there is no shortage of shit shovelers who keep cats among the pet owners.

Because cat thieves are so cute, sucking cats is a sport that makes people spend their time and enjoy it.

It may also be because of looking for abuse.

Sally was a shrewd little guy, um, a little wayward, spoiled by Hannibal.

It took advantage of the shovel to change clothes in the bedroom, jumped onto the kitchen counter angrily, and knocked over the heat preservation box to the ground with one paw, so as to show its dignity that it would not give up.

You despicable shit shovel!

Sally let out a miserable "meow", her blue cat's eyes were slightly moist, as clear as amber in winter, but there was still no movement from the bedroom door.

"Meow~!"

Sally raised her slender neck and meowed heart-piercingly, her big cat eyes stared angrily at the closed door with anticipation.

Across a door, the pitiful and soft meow of the kitten is enough to stir the heart of any shit shoveler.

But Sally was facing Hannibal.

A hunter who is about to enjoy the fruits of his hunt.

The kitten is making trouble with Hannibal at the wrong time and in the wrong scene, and it is doomed not to get what it wants.

Of course, Hannibal would never want to see the punishment he wanted.

The kitten's meowing gradually changed from a soft grievance to a muffled moan, as if rolling out from the depths of its throat, revealing a strong displeasure and irritability, its cat pupils formed a sharp line, Arching his back, he inspected everything in the apartment.

It's a lesson for shoveling shit.

"Boom-"

Hannibal threw the changed shirt into the bathroom basket, and Sally's paws stopped outside the door, but after a while, another voice sounded.

"vase……"

Hannibal frowned, quickly buttoned his shirt, opened the door and went out.

"Are you here for Dr. Lecter?"

Alana turned around in front of the door, and what she was talking to seemed to be a neighbor around here, a slightly fat woman in her 50s and [-]s, holding a large basket with the logo of UBC Laundromat printed on it.

"Come to visit because of work problems."

Alana was very curious about what a teacher was like in the eyes of ordinary people. She hadn't knocked on the door yet, and judging from the woman's behavior, she was also very curious about her visit to Hannibal.

She wanted to ask something, but through the door, there was a loud crashing sound from inside the house.

She seemed to hear the shattering of Hannibal's favorite vase.

And maybe his favorite set of cutlery...

Don't ask Alana why she knows so clearly, Hannibal's preferences are too easy for people to remember, this is a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder and slight perfectionism, it is difficult for others to ignore everything about him.

Alana pressed the doorbell decisively, and the door opened in about 30 seconds.

A cat sprang out from the door. The white shadow was as fast as lightning, and it climbed directly onto Alana's calf, rubbing against her body vigorously.

"My God! What is this!!"

Alana was taken aback. She looked down at this little guy. It was a white kitten with a pink pad hugging Alana's calf under her skirt. She raised her head and opened her moist blue cat eyes, full of prayers. .

"Meow..."

The kitten licked its pink nose, and put its face on Alana's lap.

It's really... so cute...

Alana bent down to hug it involuntarily, and asked doubtfully, "Is this your cat?"

"It's called Sally."

Hannibal changed into brown casual clothes, less mysterious and more easy-going.

Hannibal glanced at Sally with an easygoing look, and the kitten simply buried its furry cat face into Alana's arms.

"Come in."

Alana entered the apartment, and Hannibal saw Mrs. Smith not far away, and greeted her with a friendly smile. When the door was closed, Hannibal had a momentary displeasure on his face.

"Did a fight happen here just now?"

Fragments of vases and remains of plates lay all over the floor, Hannibal's bookshelf full of books fell to the ground, messy files and poor books lying on the ground.

Alana picked up the deformed wool felt doll that had been bitten on the ground, and she could vaguely recognize the appropriate shape for Sally.

"Meow……"

Don't blame me, it's all the shit's fault.

Sally glanced at Hannibal cautiously, but unexpectedly he was looking at it calmly, those quiet and unpredictable eyes made it impossible to guess what was hidden inside.

"Sally and I had a little quarrel."

Hannibal revealed what happened just now, and half-jokingly said: "Unfortunately, I will trouble you to clean up the mess with me."

"I'd be happy to help."

Alana put Sally down and cleaned up the books on the floor. Sally played very hard this time, and most of what she destroyed were Hannibal's favorite things.

There was a mess all over the floor, and there was an insulated box on the kitchen counter that Sally knocked over in a rage. Hannibal opened the insulated box and dumped all the messy cat food inside into the trash can.

Sally, who left Alana's arms, squatted alone on the sofa. She suddenly felt uneasy, full of anger and grievances, like a cub that has touched cold water, huddled her paws, and hugged her furry body, trying to absorb warmth and find something. Emboldened.

Is it overkill?

The shit shoveler seems very unhappy.

However, what a cat can easily see, Alana, who is a psychiatrist, didn't notice it at all.

In other words, in this regard, Alana was unable to see through Hannibal, who was once Alana's mentor, the slightest bit of truth.

Only Sally.

"I've been observing Will recently, and I heard that you know a lot about Will's condition, so I want to come to you to find a way."

Alana packed her books, looking at the fields of astronomy and geography all over the floor, she was amazed in her heart.

A knowledgeable man, he is unsurpassed in the professional field, but such an excellent man has a lovely cat.

This great sense of contrast makes people feel soft inside.

Alana suddenly felt that Mr. Hannibal might not be what she had imagined, although some of his ideas were contrary to hers.

Sure enough, Hannibal chuckled and said, "I'd like to give you advice. Regarding Will's condition, I think we can reach an agreement."

Alana breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that I am here today."

Sally shrinking herself into a ball on the sofa: It's over, the shit shoveler is really angry.

The author has something to say: Sally, who has become a ball~

Sally will change into a human~ As for when to change into a human~ I can’t spoil it, I can only say that it is at a turning point in the plot√

After Sally turned into a human...well...

Imagine, substituting the story of Uncle Ba and the cat getting along... Suddenly the sense of the picture is really strong...