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

This is not the first time Sally has run away from home.

However, every time it runs away from home, it is to find Will.

No matter how many routes Sally changed, it was useless, because Hannibal had already seen through Sally's little thoughts.

But Sally ran away from home so many times, it was the first time Hannibal hurt Sally.

A large tuft of white, soft, fluffy cat hair had fallen out and was flying around in the car.

The kitten bit Hannibal's arm fiercely, and its four paws struggled vigorously in the tight shackles of the shit shoveler. Its small body dangled in mid-air following Hannibal's actions, and its fluffy tail Subconsciously entangled Hannibal's fingers, and squeezed the tip of the tail between Hannibal's dry fingers, not knowing whether it was to prevent the shit shovel from throwing it away, or because he was afraid that he would accidentally fall from Hannibal's hands.

Darren hesitated to speak, "Your cat...is very lively, but you can't drive like this."

Darren has to do his duty as a traffic policeman.

Apparently holding (pinching? scratching?) a cat, Hannibal can't drive.

The kitten is very fierce, super fierce, with azure blue cat eyes and black vertical pupils stretched into sharp lines, staring at Darren as if it will jump out of the car window and scratch him in the next second.

Hannibal didn't feel a bit embarrassed because of a cat wrapped around his hand. He grabbed Sally's paw with ease, and said lightly, "It's just having a temper tantrum."

Hmm... little temper...

Darren glanced at Hannibal's sleeve that was almost bitten off by the kitten. Are all cat owners good tempered?

Probably, they are all very tolerant and kind people.

People who like animals are not too bad.

Darren thought about it purely, and then watched Hannibal quickly and neatly press the kitten on the passenger seat, and pulled out a black soft belt from under the back seat to tie the kitten tightly to the seat .

It seems that this cat has a really bad temper, and the poop shoveler actually carried a rope with the car.

"Meow!!! Meow!!!! Meow!!!"

The kitten's shrill cry really tormented people's ears, the big cat's eyes were a little moist, and the soft pink flesh pads worked hard to grab the soft belt that bound her, but Hannibal's way of tying the rope was very professional.

"Let's go back soon, maybe it should be better when it comes home."

Hannibal stroked Sally's cat's head, "It will."

The kitten meowed all the way, and when it returned to the apartment, its voice was already a little hoarse.

A cat is a small animal that will not be subdued.

Because of this, dogs are more suitable than cats to be police dogs and guide dogs serving the people.

They are close to human beings and are willing to help human beings. They have the nature of family members in their characters, and any vicious dog has the possibility of being domesticated.

But have you ever seen a domesticated cat?

In the world of cats, there is no softness, and most of them will only be more vigilant and repulsive in the face of human behaviors trying to domesticate.

Therefore, a cat is an animal that feeds on its face.

The character is really hard to describe.

If Hannibal coaxed it, maybe Sally wouldn't be so grumpy.

But Hannibal didn't.

"It's human nature, Sally, to forget the dangers that follow when you're overjoyed." I thought you wouldn't.

The light in the kitchen is always heavy and thick. Hannibal put Sally on the cutting board, and the bright light above her head pierced Sally's pupils into pinholes.

"Meow..."

Sally wriggled under Hannibal's palm with difficulty.

Hannibal is an excellent cook, and at the same time, he is also a well-known psychiatrist in the upper class, a profiler for the FBI, a hunter, a god, and a person who wants to control the script.

He chose a suitable knife, and the blades of the knives had a cold gleam of blood, even though they were cleaned by Hannibal, as if they were new.

The light from the knife dazzled Sally's eyes, and Sally's fur suddenly exploded, like a hedgehog.

"Meow meow meow……"

Sally struggled violently in horror, meowing aggrieved and pitifully.

The kitten's soft body was clinging to Hannibal's palm, and the beating heart in its small body was alive and delicate.

"Meow!!!!!!"

Shit shovel!You pervert! ! ! !

Hannibal held down Sally's paw and stabbed straight down.

The shrill screams of the kitten resounded through the apartment.

A milky white nail tip rolled onto the counter, followed by a second, and a third.

Sally's throat was already screaming, her little pink tongue sticking out of her mouth, and she could only express her anger with a weak voice.

"Sally, Will doesn't like a cat that doesn't clip its claws."

Hannibal carefully cut the cat's paws, just like when he was cooking delicious food. The sleeves of the suit were covered with fine cat hair. Sally's teeth were very sharp, and the cat teeth left a few holes on Hannibal's arm through the clothes. A small tooth mark, glowing slightly red.

Hannibal opened Sally's mouth, looking calm.

"Maybe you need a teething stick."

The cat's tongue is very tender, covered with soft and small barbs, not sharp, but slightly itchy.

Sally subconsciously licked Hannibal's fingertips, which felt wet and strange. The kitten's throat moved up and down, obviously uncomfortable with this position.

"Meow..."

Hannibal watched Sally for a long time.

"Sally."

Hannibal just yelled the kitten's name, and there was nothing else to say.

After a long time, after cutting the claws, Hannibal took Sally to the bathroom.

The kitten sensed the direction of the bathroom and began to escape with all its strength, rolling wildly in Hannibal's arms, like a tumbling chicken popcorn in hell mode, with its soft waist hanging on Hannibal's arm, head down trying to get up Difficulty landing.

"You haven't showered in half a month, Sally, the FBI is dirty."

Hannibal has a slight cleanliness.

But the cat is a little guy who is difficult to let him take a bath obediently.

In the eyes of cats, bathing needs to be treated as desperately as the end of the world.

Half a month is Hannibal's limit.

Hannibal picked up Sally, who was about to fall, closed the bathroom door, and threw her into the cat tub.

Perhaps the reason for punishing Sally was that Hannibal chose not to take the usual shower this time, but to take a bath.

Sally hated taking a bath the most, she felt very insecure floating up and down in the water.

"Meow!!! Meow!!!!!! Meow!!!!"

As soon as the kitten got into the water and its tail hair got wet, it jumped out of the bathtub like flying, and jumped all over the room.

Hannibal: "..."

Hannibal's always calm and self-possessed face rarely showed the intractability of facing difficulties.

It's not that he can't cope with Sally's fuss at the moment.

But based on past experience, the next Sally would cause Hannibal a lot of headaches.

So, after the FBI saw Sally, Hannibal remembered his menu for the second time today.

The main course was Sally.

But Hannibal had no appetite at all.

"I need to get my appetite back, Sally."

The author has something to say: Hannibal: I want to eat Sally, but I can't eat it.

Sally: Maybe it's because of the hairiness?Throat?

Hannibal: ...

Sally: ...don't eat me QAQ I will show cuteness and touch you, cats are not tasty QAQ