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

People who raise cats, especially a cat that is not very obedient, in the short life of the shit shovelers, there will always be a moment when they want to grab the cat by the head and ask it, "Are you going to get better!!! "

"Meow~" is all you are used to!Blame me? !roll!

Shit Shovel: Mad sounds like it makes sense.

So he continued to work hard, addicted to cat smoking and couldn't extricate himself.

In the dispute between the two parties, the cat is the winner in most cases.

There are exceptions, and most of those exceptions have lost their cats.

Which one is Hannibal?

Neither.

Hannibal's behavior has gone beyond the scope of a shit-shoveling officer, and Sally's little head is far smarter than a cat should have.

For example, when Sally was ready, she gave up, shrunk into a ball, nestled in the arms of the beautiful sister, trying to be a cute kitten.

It always stepped on Hannibal's boundary line, like a brave man who did not know how to live or die, and frequently stretched out his paws to test Hannibal's forbearance.

Sally was really, really headstrong.

Alana talked about Will's illness, and said that at the end, she subconsciously stroked Sally's little head on the side of the sofa, and raised her fingers to touch the kitten's chin, "Will has a dog named Winston, who once Told me he wanted to have a kitten as cute as Sally, but Winston was very irritable when he smelled a cat, and I didn't know who Sally was at the time, but I do now."

"It seems that you and Will are really familiar."

Generally speaking, after the educated students enter the society, their behavior and work philosophy will be more or less influenced by their mentors. Hannibal used to be Alana's psychopathology mentor, but their behavior and thinking patterns have nothing in common.

Even with regard to the pathological plan for psychological and mental patients, the two faintly rejected each other.

But strangely, the conversation between the two went very smoothly today, and Hannibal took Alana to a new idea, a new direction that was worth trying.

"Meow lulu lulu..."

Alana came back to her senses, and looked down at Sally who was snoring comfortably.

"You should go, Alana."

Hannibal suddenly took Sally away from Alana's arms, and the kitten left Ruan Xiang's arms suddenly, and was pressed against a cold shirt button, and suddenly woke up.

The whole body of the kitten was tense, and Hannibal, who was holding the kitten, knew it very well, but he didn't put Sally down, but supported the kitten's body, and gently stroked Sally's ear with the other hand. The cat's body temperature was warm, and the white fluff swept across his fingertips, and Hannibal pinched it casually.

Sally's whole cat trembled, completely obedient.

"As for Will's condition, I don't suggest you go too deep into it. Will is not the type to trust others easily."

Hannibal holding the cat looks gentle and earnest, like a charismatic elder, but compared to those elders with a face full of years, Hannibal is too young.

So that no one can refuse such a man.

Alana is no exception.

"I think I'll be friends with Will, don't worry."

Alana turned to the door and smiled at Hannibal: "If I still have questions, can I continue to ask you? Just like in school."

Hannibal stared at Alana, the light in the room was not bright, and his smile was not obvious, "Of course, you are welcome anytime."

After closing the door, only Hannibal and Sally were left in the room.

And the fragments of the vase swept in the trash can, and the neat but chaotic books on the bookshelf.

"Sally."

Sally immediately raised her head, stared straight at the cat's eyes, and grabbed Hannibal's shirt with her little paws, giving a "meow" to Ai Ai.

The meow trembled a little.

But Hannibal didn't say anything, and he didn't even punish Sally. He just stroked Sally's cat's head quietly, then put it on the cooking table, and took out a knife.

The light from the blade reflected Sally's vigilant and dazed blue eyes. It was the first time for the kitten to sit in front of the shovel so timidly.

But this was not the first time Hannibal was angry, but this time it was obviously different from the past.

But Sally didn't know exactly what was different.

Looking at it with a shovel is a bit piercing.

Sally shook her fur, and a few white cat hairs fell on the clean cooking table. Sally circled her tail, resting her small head on her front paws, her pink meat pads lined up obediently, and lifted her big Cat eyes, looking at Hannibal intently.

"Meow~"

Shit shovel, your cat is hungry.

The kitten's belly twitched slightly.

After a long time, Hannibal rolled up his sleeves, picked up the cat hair that fell on the cooking table, and put it into the storage box. There was already a pile of cat hair in the box.

Half of the prawns were left in the fridge, and the other half was in the trash with cat food.

It was already night when Alana came, and she didn't come here with a plan, but came to Hannibal on a whim after leaving FBI Wilner.

As usual, Hannibal would leave her here for dinner before returning.

But he didn't.

Alana obviously had something on her mind and didn't realize it.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, only the kitchen light was on in the apartment. Hannibal opened the refrigerator door and looked at the inventory. Of course, the inventory was Sally's inventory, not his.

He still had to make cat food for Sally after all.

Compared with Winston in Will's family, who has dog food as a companion all day long, Sally's food is enough to make any pet drool, and then envy why my shit shovel is not so good.

Hannibal has a professional chef certificate, of course, few people know this.

Just as few people know that Hannibal first studied surgery.

His knives are sharp.

Sally looked at it, and the hair exploded, like a ball of sea urchin.

But sea urchins are not white either.

Hannibal suddenly smiled.

Sally was frightened. When the cat meal was freshly baked in front of Sally, Sally shrank her head subconsciously, looked at Hannibal pitifully with her clear blue eyes, and let out an aggrieved "meow" again and again.

Shit shovel, I don't want broccoli...

"Meow..."

Hannibal ignored Sally's yelling and went straight back to the bedroom.

After a while, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Sally stared blankly at the cat meal, drooping the cat's ears, licked the green cat meal that looked like a lump of disgusting piss, and took a hard bite with a bitter face.

Then he coughed twice, the soft cough sounded in the quiet room, like a child, the kitten raised its paw and rubbed its nose.

The pink tongue licked the balled cat rice so that it was crystal clear and moist, and after covering the green smell with his own smell, he swallowed it whole, and unsurprisingly, he choked again.

The kitten's coughed tears seeped out of the corners of its eyes, and wet its white fur.

When she ate the third one, the plate was taken away by a wet hand. Sally looked up with a crying face, and saw Hannibal who was still covered with water droplets. He was wearing a bathrobe, and his iron-blond hair was soft against the Behind his head, the dark brown eyes looking at Sally were particularly helpless.

"Sally, you're always making mistakes."

"Meow~"

"You're fat Sally, go on a diet tonight."

"Meow!"

Hannibal dumped the green cat meal into the trash can, "You broke my vase and took it from your food."

Sally's little claws grabbed Hannibal's bathrobe and jumped up and down after him.

"Meow...meow..."

The kitten is so pitiful, not to mention how painful it is.

Sally followed Hannibal to the door of the bedroom. The man stopped, looked down at the kitten who was completely unaware of the danger at his feet, and smiled half-smile: "Aren't you afraid tonight?"

Sally has always hated the smell of hunting on Hannibal's body. Whenever Hannibal hunts, Sally always stays far away from him.

This is the tacit understanding between the two of them.

Hannibal never pointed out, and Sally was not willing to accommodate.

Sally is a wayward and heartless cat, but if Hannibal is really angry, the kitten will also panic.

The kitten quickly grabbed Hannibal's bathrobe, and using all four paws, climbed onto Hannibal's body, and then squatted on the shoulder of the excrement shoveler, making a coquettish "meow".

Tonight, Sally still used Hannibal's neck as a pillow, and kept her eyes open all night, changing positions every hour if she couldn't sleep.

Until the early hours of the morning, Hannibal woke up covered by Sally's fur, wrapped his big hands around Sally's neck and rubbed it, and pressed it against the pillow. The cat's face was squeezed into a small round cake, and the kitten flopped Claws struggled.

Hannibal's hoarse voice was full of displeasure.

"Sleep, Sally."

Sally grunted twice, and closed her eyes reluctantly to sleep.

Okay, today you are a boss, a shameless shit shoveler.

Tonight was very rich, thrilling and exciting.

But tomorrow morning everything will be back to normal.

Because Hannibal is a shit-shoveling officer with no majesty, all the dangers and discipline will never be effective for more than an hour.

And Sally is a kitten who has a lot of forgetfulness and is used to kicking her nose and face.

As long as Hannibal has a bit of connivance, Sally can support that point to infinity.

This is a skill that other cats cannot easily learn.

The author has something to say: "Garfield will never want to know why Jon appeared in the pet shop that day."

"And Garfield will never know how many pet stores Jon went to find him"

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Sally will never know how many times its shit-shoveling officer has wandered between strangling it and stroking it hhhhhh

About two hours later, there will be another update hhhh