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

Hannibal went out, after bathing Sally.

Of course, this is a good thing, otherwise Hannibal would really have no cats the next day.

It's just that he left in a hurry. He answered the phone and changed his clothes to go out. He didn't even wipe the wet cat. He stuffed Sally into the fluffy blanket, turned on the dryer, and tried to let it dry by itself.

The drenched kitten lost a lot of weight immediately, its eyes were as big as two blue gemstones, its heart was beating non-stop, and the uneasiness of being ups and downs in the water had not yet disappeared from Sally. My heart faded.

The disobedient Sally's voice was already hoarse, and three claw marks were scratched by Sally on the back of Hannibal's hand.

But when Hannibal was about to leave, Sally opened her mouth pitifully and grabbed Hannibal's little finger.

At least dry off the hair before going.

The kitten trembled slightly, and its cry became small and short, and its meowing sound was as soft as a piece of milk-flavored cotton candy.

"Meow..."

Although the kitten looks pitiful, the little mouth holding Hannibal's little finger is quite strong.

"I need to get my appetite back, Sally, it's for your safety."

Hannibal took off his coat and put it aside under the blanket, "Hide in when you're scared."

Subtext, this dress is whatever you want to ruin.

Hannibal finally went out.

Hannibal was never in a hurry because everything was under his control.

This is the first time that he went out without even wiping the cat.

Maybe Hannibal has some problems, but it's not about Sally

A cat doesn't need to worry about human troubles and troubles. Now Sally only needs to think about how to dry her cat's fur. Sally, who is always wet, will catch a cold.

Hannibal had taken Sally to the vet once when he first brought her home, but never since.

Hannibal is a doctor. Before he became a psychologist, Hannibal was a surgeon who cut up human bodies on the operating table.

Of course, if he wants to study animal medicine, it is not difficult.

Hannibal is knowledgeable, from street culture to Dante's poetry, from Florentine humanities to the aesthetics of violence.

He knew all too well what it would be like to leave a wet kitten alone at home.

But he still left.

Hannibal did encounter a time-critical matter, but it was not a difficult problem, and even the process did not require much effort, only two catties of cement and a sharp scalpel were needed.

Hannibal struck with precision.

Not just some clever hare who just called and threatened Hannibal.

In all aspects.

The annual vaccines are given by Hannibal himself, and Sally's serious and minor illnesses are also Hannibal's responsibility.

That's right, it's really great for a shit shovel officer to master this skill.

But for Sally, it was a nightmare.

Hanni's method of pulling out the needle was not gentle, at least Sally never dared to get sick when she was frightened, and she tried her best to hide the discovery of shoveling shit when she was sick.

The kitten's wet fur quickly soaked the blanket, Sally pushed out the thick blanket, the cat's ears rubbed against the ground, and folded back the small ears that were folded by Hannibal's movements.

Sally is so cold...

The kitten's blue eyes subconsciously looked towards the door.

What are you doing shit shoveling.

Sally doesn't want to get a shot.

Sally licked his fur, but Hannibal's apartment was not warm, and the power of the dryer was not high. Without human help, Sally couldn't dry his fur in a short time.

Sally will be sick.

Being sick is painful.

"Meow……"

The kitten retracted into the blanket, and the thick brown blanket only slightly bulged a small piece. It hid in the blanket, combed its fur meticulously, and licked the water off the cat's fur.

But the damp blanket couldn't keep Sally warm. The kitten crawled out of the blanket and hid in the coat Hannibal left behind. Hannibal's body temperature still remained on the clothes, and the milk-scented cat bathed him. The aroma of dew.

Sally should be angry.

The nasty shit shoveler took it away from Will, clipped its paws, and washed its fur!

He also left Sally, a cat, alone at home.

Shit shovel, you're in for a big deal!

Sally rolled on Hannibal's coat, biting as she rolled, and the kitten's wet fur left a ring of wet marks on Hannibal's coat.

Hannibal will never go out in this coat again.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Alana came to Hannibal's apartment.

"What kind of meat is this?"

Very tender.

Alana put down the knife and fork, carefully chewing the extra tender meat in her mouth, maybe the brisket or some other meat.

"The belly of a young hare is not chewy, but luckily it melts in the mouth after cooking carefully."

Hannibal poured Alana a glass of red wine and asked her opinion.

"This is the best meal I've had this month, and my head is literally going to explode lately because of what happened to Will and Jack."

Alana said helplessly: "Will doesn't trust me. It's not difficult to see that he is not a person who trusts others easily, but he has a good impression of me. I don't know whether to start from this aspect."

Alana will never be as good as Hannibal.

She realized this, and with Will's precautions, Alana suddenly said: "I don't want to continue to be a patient of Will, he will make me unstable, Lecter, has Will come to see you recently? ?”

The brown-red sauce left a mark on the white plate because of the knife and fork.

Hannibal was dipped in the sauce. It was a young, very smart hare. During the hunting process, Hannibal regained the appetite he lost because of Sally.

It's always a pleasure to savor home-cooked food.

"Occasionally."

Hannibal added: "Sally likes Will."

Alana thought of the cute snowball-like kitten, but she hadn't seen it since she entered the door.

"Where's your cat?"

Hannibal: "Sally it's sick."

"Oh my God."

Alana liked Sally very much. Although she had only met her once, anyone who didn't hate cats would always melt their hearts when they saw such a cute and beautiful kitten.

"Can I see it?"

Hannibal smiled: "It will be very happy to see you."

The kitten faintly had symptoms of illness in the afternoon, although it tried its best to hide it and tried to hide in its own den.

But Hannibal has a keen sense of smell.

Just as his sense of taste can tell whether the meat he eats is healthy, Hannibal's sense of smell can tell him a lot of information, information that ordinary people cannot detect.

For example, the kitten's body odor that can't go away no matter how much he washes.

For example, the hare he hunted was contaminated with Will's breath. He may have seen Will and said something he shouldn't have said.

For example, Alana has been in a state of anxiety recently.

For example, Sally is sick.

Because Hannibal left the drenched Sally at home yesterday.

The kitten didn't have the strength to refuse Hannibal, who was full of hunting breath, and let the abominable shit shovel officer stroke its chest to sense its heart rate.

The kitten's beautiful blue eyes were like the sky after rain, covered with a pityful mist, looking at Hannibal wetly.

"Meow..."

very pitiful.

Hannibal stared at Sally, thinking emotionally.

The author has something to say: Sally is about to become a human √