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

Cats don't know how to heal themselves when they are sick like humans. They can't speak, and they can't find a way to heal themselves. Their usual method can only be to keep silent and quiet, so as to reduce the energy and discomfort that disappears from the body.

It is easy to distinguish the physical condition of the kitten when it is sick. If the cat of the shit shovel officer is lively and active, the difference will be more obvious.

They will appear obviously listless, and they will not have the usual happiness when they are caressed by the shit shovel officer (maybe they hate fried fur, which varies from cat to cat), their favorite toys will also be left out, and there will be obvious changes in appetite.

They will hide in their usual dens, curl up their small bodies, and wait for the moment when the body's cells defeat the virus.

If it cannot be overcome, then the kitten may gradually become cold in a deserted night. The self-healing ability of the cat is not strong. At least compared with the wild cats wandering outside, the physical fitness of the domestic cat is more delicate.

Sally is a squeamish kitten.

When the pain strikes, it is even more unbearable.

Its head was dizzy, and it couldn't refuse Hannibal who had just come home and touched its ears without washing his hands. Hannibal left his remaining bloody smell on Sally, so that Sally couldn't bear it all night I'm having nightmares.

So the next day the condition got worse, and it couldn't even hear what Alana and Hannibal were talking about, as if someone had stuffed a ball of cotton in Sally's little ear.

The kitten was weak all over, and the cold surged up from the cracks in the bones, making it curl up and tremble uncontrollably, with its small face buried in its belly, and the soft body of the kitten made it circle into a round circle. Her arms trembled.

Its nose was not wet. Its pink and tender nose was dry and hot, with transparent snot flowing. The small nose rubbed against Hannibal's shirt, and a small piece of the brown-red shirt was dizzy.

Maybe Sally was the first kitten who dared to wipe his nose on Hannibal, and of course Sally was also the first compared to a human.

How many expensive handmade Hannibal suits had been wasted by Sally, and this shirt was not bad.

"I remember you, you came to my hospital three years ago, you are really impressive, I mean your identity, I have never had a famous psychiatrist among my clients, but why didn't you come later ?”

Hannibal smiled politely: "Sally rarely gets sick."

No, Hannibal just disliked Dr. Alva's self-cultivation.

A pet doctor, he obviously cared more about Hannibal and the brand of clothes he was wearing than the sick kitten.

"Your cat just has a cold, just take some medicine, it's nothing serious."

Alva briefly checked Sally's condition and prescribed medicine, "I read your paper in a magazine before, it's really great, in fact, I've always been quite a serious doctor, I mean I can treat people The disease of small animals is too simple, there is no challenge at all, Lai... Dr. Lecter, if I take the exam again at this time, do you think I can pass? If you don't mind, I think... "

Hannibal interrupted Alva, "Is it just a cold?"

Dr. Alva paused, and said, "Maybe I still have a little fever, it feels really hot to the touch."

Hannibal smiled, "Maybe?"

Alva reached out and touched the kitten's belly, the tentacles were hot, Sally drooped her eyelids, stared at Alva with wet blue eyes, lifted her paw feebly, and gasped in a short breath.

If Sally hadn't been ill, your hands would be bleeding by now!

Hannibal comforted Sally, whose hair was about to explode. The kitten looked vicious and weak, like a paper tiger, and it didn't even have the strength to open its teeth. It moved its ears, turned its head and wiped Hannibal's clothes Little snot dripping down.

Sally is so sad...

The kitten's panting was short and full of sickness, its blue eyes were no longer clear and bright as usual, and the tiny white fluff trembled slightly with the rapid panting.

No one refuses the rare coquettishness and fragility of a kitten.

Hannibal pinched Sally's small ears, and looked down at the instructions of the medicine Alva gave him. After confirming that there was no problem, he straightened Sally's cat's head, and opened the kitten's mouth quickly and skillfully. , Sending the pill in, the cat's throat is extremely narrow.

The strange feeling of being tightly bound by Sally's throat at that moment lingered on her fingers.

The kitten coughed while covering its throat.

"Your medicine is very special."

Hannibal said lightly.

Alva smiled triumphantly: "They are all imported special medicines."

Dr. Alva ignored the weak Sally. He put his hands on the treatment table, and the brilliance in his eyes was the same color that Hannibal had seen in the eyes of countless stupid and greedy prey.

"Doctor Lecter likes cats very much? I think we should have a common language. I have a very beautiful Garfield. It's only two months old. It's time to establish a relationship. If you want, maybe we can make an appointment time to talk about medicine and cats."

Hannibal's polite expression was slightly cold.

This is not uncommon.

At least Alva has seen more in the pet hospital.

The owner who came to the hospital for treatment anxiously with his pet in his arms saw the kittens and puppies waiting for adoption in the hospital, immediately left the sick pet behind and bought a healthy and cuter one to go back.

——I just want to buy a companion for my baby.

——How poor it is, I want to give it a home.

What an excuse.

Your pet won't like a little whore to break into the house to share his pampering.

Humans tend to find a reasonable excuse for what they do.

Alva thought so too, not to mention that Sally didn't seem to be a particularly expensive breed.

Sally: ...

Suddenly frizz.

Alva also wanted to get close to this famous psychiatrist. The kitten, which had been weak and well-behaved in Hannibal's arms, suddenly frowned and threw all its strength towards Alva, catching Alva's body. The neck tried to bite off a piece of flesh.

He actually encouraged the shovel to find a little bitch! ! !

Anger makes the cat explode.

Sally's attack came suddenly, and the white kitten's hind legs were full of explosive power. It leaped into the air in Hannibal's arms, and a smooth arc of its body slowly stretched in the air.

Time is extremely slow in an instant.

The hospital’s bright incandescent light seemed to glow on Sally’s body. The kitten’s fluffy body had shed its hair in a strange way, and the delicate white skin like porcelain spread out under the light bit by bit like a roll of canvas, shaking people’s eyes. Eye.

Sally's field of vision suddenly became wider and clearer. It saw Alva's expression suddenly dull. In those stunned eyes, Sally saw a naked human with cat ears.

Things got a little confusing.

In the early days, when cats were not commonly kept as pets, people’s subconscious perception of cats was that cats were very aggressive animals, and they could catch annoying mice.

Compared with dogs, the principle of "I will not offend if I am not attacked by people", cats are more inclined to take the initiative to attack.

Cats are very purposeful, and they are fairly independent little animals.

It is also more mysterious and legendary.

In ancient oriental ghost stories, myths and legends, the existence of cat demons is a symbol of evil spirits.

They have serrated faces, big and pointed ears, and two tails that can lock a person's throat.

But the legend is just a legend, no one has really seen it with their own eyes.

Alva is a man who is both lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, he witnessed the birth of the legend, but unfortunately he will die soon.

Through the gap in the cabinet door, Hannibal in a surgical gown cleaned up the blood on the ground. He calmly and methodically dealt with Alva's struggle, and the scattered glasses, dark red and viscous blood flowed from Alva's body. Go to the cabinet.

Compared with Hannibal's calmness, the dead Alva looked terrified and shocked, as if he had seen a demon more terrifying than the cat demon.

Sally curled up in the cabinet. She tried to bury her face in her belly as usual, letting her furry body warm her. But when she lowered her head, she could only see a smooth human body without even a single hair. You can't bury it in your belly either.

Sally is hairless...

Sally is hairless...

Sally cried out loudly, and it stretched out its hand to touch behind itself, and Sally cried even worse.

Sally has no tail...

Sally touched her little head clumsily, and there were two fluffy cat ears standing upright in the messy white fur. They turned to one side due to nervousness and panic, trembling slightly.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the cabinet, and after a while, the half-covered cabinet door was pulled open by a hand, and Hannibal squatted halfway in front of Sally, with an unpredictable expression.

He looked at Sally very complicated for a moment, and Hannibal thought of Misha.

Sally cried out of breath, the child's cry was clear and loud, and the faint sound of milk could melt the ice.

In the corner of the brown cabinet, curled up a ten-year-old little girl, with a slender body in a large men's coat, a messy white hair on her head, and cat ears dangling in fear.

Sally crawled into Hannibal's arms with both hands and feet, crying and belching and complaining about her grievances regardless of the smell of blood and hunting on his body.

"Meow... Meow... Meow... Meow..."

Hannibal: "..."

Sally's behavior did not break away from the cat's thinking just because she had a human body.

Sally still thought it was a cat, and it couldn't even walk upright on its feet, so Sally could only wrap her feet around Hannibal's waist, wrap her hands around Hannibal's neck, and howl in his ear the result of.

"Sally, are you aware of your situation?"

Hannibal tried to ask Sally, but Sally's mood fluctuated too quickly, and most importantly, Sally couldn't speak.

Sally is a child.

A ten-year-old child who has no ability to resist.

Hannibal always had a special preference for children.

So Hannibal felt a headache.

Raising a cat is already difficult.

I don't know which is more difficult than raising children?

The author has something to say:

Sally finally became a human! !

This article is also known as, Hannibal's daily routine of raising children hhhhhh but Sally will not always be 10 years old hhhhh