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

The wool felt doll was so distorted by Sally's bite that it couldn't see its original shape clearly.

It should have been safe in Sally's den, but now it was in the trash.

It's been a long time since Sally went to sleep in the den, and now she likes Hannibal's bed.

Also fell in love with Hannibal's neck.

Shit shovel, do you need a scarf?

I think I'm fine.

Sally woke up after sleeping for a while, and quietly climbed onto Hannibal's neck, moaning comfortably, hanging on Hannibal's neck like a puddle of liquid, with her little head resting on the shoulder of the excrement shovel. The eye was Hannibal's jaw.

He didn't sleep soundly, Hannibal hadn't fallen into a deep sleep in all these years, in fact, he woke up as soon as Sally wrapped around his neck.

But the kitten's movements are really careful, the little paws stop step by step, the soft pads of flesh step on his chest, trying to lighten the weight of his small movements.

In fact, Sally was not fat. The kitten was very small, and the lightness was not as heavy as Hannibal's suit.

Gently licked Hannibal's face, then rubbed against his neck, wrapping it up bit by bit.

The warm bondage feeling is very clear.

A cat's body is very soft.

Very, pay attention, this is not an exaggerated metaphor.

Yes, it's really soft, so soft that it makes people wonder if it has bones.

Hannibal found Sally in the crack of the sofa, in the cup, in his shoes, in his pockets, and even in his small frying pan. .

Like a puddle of milk poured into a small frying pan, when he raised his little head, those blue cat eyes shone like two sapphires mixed in the milk.

Sally's cat fur is all over the apartment.

It can fit anywhere.

So the next morning, when Hannibal woke up, he touched his neck subconsciously, and it was empty.

"Sally."

Hannibal called out softly, and then stretched out his hand to feel under the pillow as if aware of it.

There are two things under Hannibal's pillow, one is a gun that is always loaded, and Sally is sleeping in a ball on top of the gun.

Hannibal frowned, and pulled Sally by the neck to pull it out. The kitten stretched lazily on Hannibal's hand. Because of Hannibal's movement, the little cat swayed, and it really owed a beating.

"Meow~!"

The kitten raised its fluffy white neck and howled first, then licked its nose and stared at Hannibal.

"Meow~"

Shit shovel, your little ancestor is hungry.

Everything that happened last night seemed to have happened in the previous life. After a night of sleep, everything returned to its original state, and even worsened.

Hannibal's bed was covered in cat fur.

One by one, the patterns seemed to be printed on the bed sheet, very even.

Sally's metabolism is much faster than that of ordinary cats, but her growth is not as fast as that of ordinary cats. Her accent still has a small milky sound, and ordinary cats at Sally's age are almost the mother of a litter of cubs. up.

And Sally is still shedding hair and growing nails every day, and she will continue to shed hair and continue to grow nails.

Sally was lying on the edge of Hannibal's bed, watching quietly with her cat eyes open as the excrement shovel took a hair remover to remove the pile of hair left by him after rolling around on the bed.

The kitten stepped on the ground with its hind paws, and its front paws lay on the edge of the bed. The whole cat grew like a gummy candy, and its small tail swept back and forth slowly. Time for Hannibal to clean up.

In addition to the work profiled by the FBI, Hannibal also has a private clinic, but he does not go to the clinic every day, except for some customer appointments, and at other times, Hannibal will do other things.

Such as hunting, watching movies, listening to musicals, watching art exhibitions, bathing Sally, cutting nails and removing hair.

And today there is another plan, which is to take the cat hair newly collected by Hannibal to ask Ms. Evans to make a new wool felt.

The old ones are thrown in the trash.

Even if it was Hannibal's birthday present to Sally, he would not be reluctant to throw away old and useless things even if they were given by Hannibal.

On the contrary, Sally picked up the broken wool felt and put it back into the nest.

"Sally, you're picking up a trash."

A white shirt with a dark gray plaid suit vest, a rare set of clothes that were not stained with cat hair by Sally, who was madly revenged yesterday.

No matter what Hannibal was doing, he was accustomed to wearing formal clothes, and rarely found casual or distinctive clothes in his wardrobe.

Sally hid the wool felt under the den and pretended she wasn't picking up the litter.

Hannibal: "Sally..."

"Meow……"

In fact, these trivial things with cats are not very interesting. What is interesting is Sally's reaction.

He stared down at Sally, who sat down on the nest, refusing to move away.

Sally looks very nostalgic, but if she really cherishes this toy, she won't bite her.

Sally raised her head, and gave two crisp "meows".

Ball, give me ball.

Sally's eyes were too targeted.

It has always resented Hannibal for teasing it to hide the ball. You must know that cats are quite vengeful creatures, and the accounts from 800 years ago may even remember the details clearly now.

A yellow ball appeared on Hannibal's right hand, the ball Sally had always wanted but could never find.

Sure enough, the kitten's eyes lit up.

A cat is an animal that loves the new and dislikes the old.

They don't get stuck on one thing and put the old one aside as soon as something more interesting comes along.

"Sally, people are always greedy, but you can't."

Hannibal put the ball on the ground, and the yellow-orange color was particularly attractive to cats.

"Meow..."

Almost as soon as Hannibal put the ball on the ground, the kitten ran over, opened its mouth to bite the ball, and pressed its paws when it didn't bite. The ball was very round and big, and Sally couldn't bite it in one bite. The little paws patted back and forth, and Sally immediately enjoyed playing, and ran out of the small room following the ball.

It ditched the wool felt.

Not an unexpected result.

Hannibal lifted the nest, and there was a hint of surprise on Hannibal's calm face what was under the nest.

There was only Sally's little pillow under the nest, and the wool felt was gone.

Sally tricked him.

Sally is a clever kitten.

Well, clever.

Hannibal found the wool felt hidden at the bottom from Sally's pile of toys that Will gave him.

Being able to be put together by Sally and Will's toys is enough to prove that Sally really likes wool felt.

The kitten was happily playing with the ball in the living room, and it hit the corner of the table and continued to chase the ball. Hannibal looked at it for a while and called Ms. Evans.

"Excuse me, Ms. Evans, can you mend wool felt?"

The author has something to say: I’m going to bed after writing~~ This chapter is written in a weird way, maybe it’s because I’m a little sleepy... You can give me your opinion, I’ll change it tomorrow√