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

Strictly speaking, as a shit shovel officer, Hannibal is qualified.

He is familiar with the habits of cats and changes some of the home's arrangements. Of course, the consequences of Sally's sharp claws in his clean and tidy apartment in the early days also cast a shadow on him.

Hannibal was patient and tolerant in his dealings with Sally, only occasionally when Hannibal grabbed the angry Sally and tried to get its claws off his tie, he pinched Sally's pink flesh Pad, Hannibal would think about the taste of the meat.

Steamed, salt baked, scorched, sliced ​​and fried, topped with red wine sauce?

But no matter how appetizing the recipe process is, at the end, Hannibal's conclusion is always like an ordinary shit shoveler.

The tie can be replaced with a new one.

Sally needs scratching posts and climbing frames for claws.

Before Sally was obsessed with playing ball, Sally liked the cat climbing frame that Hannibal made for her. Next to the wooden stairs leading to the second floor in the study room, there is a two-meter-high wooden climbing frame. The wood material is A fir that Hannibal bought from a lumberjack.

Hannibal was not only a very famous psychiatrist, he was also a good wood sawman, and maybe no one will know that, they will not want to know what other "wood" those saws saw before sawing wood.

Wood also needs maintenance.

"Will has his own life and work, and he has several dogs, not just Winston."

Hannibal brushed a layer of sycamore oil on the wood of the cat climbing frame. The air was filled with a faint aroma of sycamore oil, which was not unpleasant. He put down the jar of sycamore oil and looked up to the second floor lying on the bookshelf. Sally with a weary face.

She also had the same expression when she couldn't get the ball. Although the cat's expression is harder to distinguish than humans, Sally is a special kitten.

"You don't want to fight Will's dog again."

Hannibal ruthlessly punctured the paper on Sally's fake tiger, and the kitten moaned plaintively.

"Meow..."

Sally jumped off the bookshelf, sat on the edge of the stairs, raised her front paws and rubbed her face, smoothed her hair, her little ears drooped, her little pink nose sniffed the scent of sycamore oil in the air, her wet blue eyes looked pitifully at Looking at its shit shovel officer.

Shit shovel, Will won't play with me.

Sally hated Hannibal again, but Hannibal raised it from a kitten that has not yet been weaned to a little ancestor who can scratch his neck with one paw. This cannot change the fact.

Even if Sally doesn't realize it, it does have a fledgling aspect to Hannibal.

Of course this fledgling scene only happens when Sally is sad.

Sally gave a delicate "meow", her delicate voice was soft, like cotton candy soaked in honey, it melted in the mouth.

Hannibal took off his gloves, walked up the stairs, picked up the aggrieved Sally with one hand, and rubbed the cat's head with his big hands.

The kitten arched in his arms, unbuttoned a suit button, and buried itself in Hannibal's clothes, only the cat's head was exposed, looking up at Hannibal.

"Meow~"

"You want to see Will?"

Sally tilted her head to look at Hannibal, her big cat eyes were clear and beautiful, like a wet blue mirror, with Hannibal's shadow printed on it.

Hannibal calls Will and learns that he and Jack are tracking a dismemberment homicide.

Hannibal is very familiar with this case, and he is familiar with all aspects. He exchanged details with Will on the phone, gave Will inspiration to solve the case, and asked about his condition.

Will's empathy can lead him into all sorts of crimes that take place from the perspective of a murderer.

But from Will's mouth, he is trying to restrain the discomfort caused by empathy.

He couldn't refuse Jack's request. If he had a choice, Will would prefer to give lectures on criminal psychology in college.

When the call ended, Hannibal looked at Sally regretfully: "Will is working."

Sally lowered her head in frustration, but soon it regained its energy and began to toss about.

At lunch, Jack came to eat again. He could always clear his mind and get new progress of the case at Hannibal's place. Of course, Hannibal's delicious cooking skills are also a major reason.

Especially the calf liver he made, I don’t know whether it’s because of the brown sauce or the cooking method of the beef liver, Jack’s tongue scratched the texture of the surface of the beef liver, it was delicious that he had never tasted before.

"It was delicious."

Hannibal smiled and said, "This is the greatest compliment to a chef."

Jack also laughed and joked, "I want to hire you as my cook."

"Then my employment fee is not cheap."

The two looked at each other and smiled, getting along very happily.

But when it comes to the recent case, Hannibal asks Will's reaction and situation in this case from the standpoint of Will's psychiatrist, and the hint of Will's condition in the words makes Jack frown slightly.

"Will will keep himself in check."

Jack responded curtly, and then he looked around, "Where's Sally?" He remembered that Hannibal's cat liked to lie on top of the refrigerator and watch them every time.

"Maybe play ball in a little corner somewhere."

Hannibal looked at the foot of the cabinet where Sally used to stay. There was no cat there, no top of the refrigerator, shelf, or carpet. Sally wasn't there.

Hannibal's hand holding the fork paused slightly, thinking of his bedroom.

He just groomed the cat this morning.

Hannibal picked up a piece of calf liver and slowly put it in his mouth.

And across the door, the shirt that Hannibal wore most often had been brutally killed by Sally.

"Meow-"

Sally seemed to have given up on going to Will, just as his enthusiasm for the cat climbing frame had waned, and Sally ran to Hannibal's bed, playing with the ball, and he never thought about himself. What consequences does the behavior have.

Sally didn't think about what the hell it was going to do to Hannibal's sheets with the frequency of her shedding.

It got into Hannibal's shirt and played hide-and-seek with Ball hidden in the shirt.

Hannibal's shirt is undoubtedly a small maze for petite Sally.

The faint scent of men's perfume is stained with the soft scent of the kitten's body.

Not that it blows, just a shirt and a ball, Sally can play all night!

"The murderer in this case is likely to be a professor who is proficient in criminal psychology. I would like to ask Dr. Lecter to verify the identity of the murderer."

Before leaving, Jack told the destination of the trip.

"can."

Hannibal thought for a second, and said, "I don't have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon."

Jack showed a relaxed smile, "I'll see you tomorrow. If it's convenient, bring Sally along. Beverly has always been curious about what kind of cat would make Dr. Lecter a cat slave."

"It depends on Sally's temper. She's always capricious."

This was the first time Hannibal admitted to Sally's waywardness, and most of the time, Hannibal always thought his cat was very good.

Jack left the apartment, Hannibal cleared away the leftovers from the dining table, tidied up the kitchen, washed and dried his hands, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and walked to the bedroom.

"Sally."

The bedroom was a mess.

The kitten was biting his shirt and chasing a ball around his bed.

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