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

"Sally, sleepy."

The little girl stood alone at the door of Hannibal's room. During the day, she only drank a few sips of milk, and the rest of the vegetarian meals prepared by Hannibal did not move at all. The hunger made the kitten wronged, and the cat's ears were listless. Drooping, she clutched the little yellow ball Hannibal had given her, rubbing her eyes and crying.

Sally didn't want to go back to her little den, it was small and cold, Sally was used to sleeping on Hannibal's neck, she was not used to the kitten's nest anymore.

"Sally, it's so miserable to be transformed into a human being."

Sally stumbled and tried to express her meaning with her poor vocabulary, and then looked expectantly at Hannibal who was leaning on the bed with only the bedside lamp on and reading a book with watery blue eyes.

He held Dante's "Divine Comedy" in his hand, and the foreign language made it very difficult for Sally, a native American cat, to recognize it.

Native American cats, however, have a hard time speaking their mother tongue.

"You should go to your own room, Sally."

Hannibal ignored Sally's pity, she turned to the next page, and this page was pressed with a girl's hand.

Very small and soft.

Hannibal warns Sally before she is self-willed: "You should go to bed, Sally."

But Sally can't sleep QAQ

Sally pursed her lips, she didn't want to go back to that cold little den, Sally had no fur and couldn't keep warm.

Sally climbed onto Hannibal's bed, lifted the quilt and burrowed in, dazedly rubbed against Hannibal's neck, buried her face in it, and fell asleep snoring.

Hannibal who was ignored: "..."

Hannibal grabbed Sally by the nape of the neck, trying to throw her off the bed.

"Sally, Momo."

Sally cried sadly, hugging Hannibal's neck tightly, "Cold."

Sally's hands and feet are cold, without the warmth of soft hair, a little human girl is prone to cold hands and feet at night.

If any shit-shoveling officer is woken up by a cat while half asleep, congratulations, you have been chosen by your master to be a humanoid heater.

Cats like to sleep next to the dog's face, or on the neck, because it is the warmest there.

But Hannibal was lucky, Sally didn't sneak around him while he was asleep, and it was already good.

"Put on your pajamas, Sally."

Hannibal fastened the belt of Sally's loose pajamas, put the book aside, turned off the light, pulled Sally off her neck with brute force, and pressed it on the pillow on one side.

Hannibal's tone was not gentle, even with the displeasure of being disturbed.

"Sleep, Sally."

But he still indulged Sally's request to sleep together.

However, he didn't allow Sally to cling to him like a cat.

However, Sally is a willful kitten who is used to stretching the arrogant to the very extreme.

At three o'clock in the morning, Sally moved slowly and little by little, as if she was aiming at the goal and insisted on achieving life and death, until she buried her whole face deeply in Hannibal's warm neck and throat Make soothing purrs.

Continue to sleep in a rather strange sleeping position.

One person and half a cat spent a warm night of having each other.

However, when the sun rises, today is caught in a cycle similar to yesterday.

Sally is not vegetarian!Especially vegan!No meat!There is no meat!

Sally overturned the table again, but still didn't move it, but Sally had no nails for her to spoil. Yesterday Hannibal pressed her and cut all her nails to the bare flesh.

Sally: It feels so bad for the claws.

Sally: Sally is so hungry QAQ

As a result, the harmony of last night disappeared in an instant, and Sally and Hannibal quarreled over breakfast.

Of course, only Sally was meowing.

Cats are quite vengeful creatures. If one day you are in a good mood to shovel shit, you want to pet your cat's head, but the kitten gives you a paw noble and glamorous.

It may be resentful of the canned cat food that you gave it a week ago, or some kind of raw meat that the kitten loves to eat, but the poop shoveler is worried about the kitten's body and refuses to give it some kind of raw meat.

Even if Hannibal refused Sally's desire to go to bed last night, Hannibal wouldn't be able to walk out in his suit clean today.

The cat's mind is so small that humans can't imagine it.

Not to mention that Hannibal directly pressed Sally's stomach before, and made all the raw beef she ate vomit out again.

He also prepared vegan cat meals for Sally, and a cup of hot cocoa with a temperature of 80 degrees.

A full 80 degrees!

The kitten's tongue will be scalded!

Sally curled up on the sofa lonely, staring at the cat meal on the dining table, biting her finger in distaste, wrapping her index finger with her two rows of small white teeth, and biting lightly.

One hand pulled Sally's fingers out of her mouth, and Hannibal grabbed Sally's hand and carefully wiped the saliva off the girl's hand.

Hannibal is a clean freak.

When Sally was a cat, she didn't understand human table manners, and cats were always full of excitement when they ate.

Recklessly, she often stepped into the goat's milk with one paw, and then ran around the room with her wet paws that smelled of milk without knowing it.

Hannibal could tolerate Sally's fur flying around, but he couldn't bear the milk-stained cat paw prints all over the room.

But Sally kept eating raw meat from him, and he didn't indulge Sally in this matter. He took all the raw meat in Sally's small refrigerator and put it in Hannibal's large refrigerator.

Sally never ate anything from Hannibal's big refrigerator, and she avoided the 50cm radius of the big refrigerator almost in disgust.

Hannibal is a cold and ruthless shit-shoveling officer. He understands all of Sally's little habits and handles all of Sally's petty ways with ease.

"Are you still a cat?"

Hannibal asked a rather hateful question.

Sally's drooping ears instantly stood up, and the white fluff on the tips of the ears exploded like a sea urchin, and her marbled blue eyes shrank into a slit in an instant.

Sally jumped up suddenly, and scratched at Hannibal fiercely, but just as the two buttocks left the sofa, Hannibal pressed her head on the sofa neatly and couldn't move in the next second.

"Meow!!!!!!"

Hannibal said coldly: "Speak."

"Cats! Sally!!! Cats!!!"

The little girl was firmly pressed on the sofa, her tender face was buried in the soft sofa, Hannibal's hand was warm and firm, like unshakable steel, Sally couldn't break free.

"Bad! Bad!!!"

Sally jumped out word by word angrily, and the little girl tried to kick Hannibal's waist with her feet, but she had to try hard to prove the fact that she had short legs even though she couldn't hit it.

Sally's language is really bad, even worse than a three or four-year-old child.

Hannibal stroked the back of Sally's neck, his voice was low and soft: "No one will care whether you hide a cat or a man-eating devil under your human skin. You must learn human knowledge and then integrate into them. Then you can freely choose to be a cat or a human."

"You're just a savage beast now."

Hannibal lowered his eyes and stared quietly at Sally who was gradually getting quiet on the sofa: "The wild beasts only end up being hunted, I thought you would understand, Sally."

The little girl buried her head in the sofa, she was still a small ball, but she would not slide into the crack of the sofa like a puddle of liquid like a cat.

Of course, she wouldn't listen to the shit-shoveling.

He was just scaring Sally.

Hannibal is a shit-shoveling officer without authority, and he no longer has prestige with Sally.

Unless Hannibal actually put a knife across Sally's neck.

But Hannibal won't, at least not yet, because he likes to jerk cats.

He likes to pinch Sally's cat ears, he likes to rub Sally's little head, he likes to kiss Sally's little nose while sleeping, and of course Hannibal read about kissing cats in a book about the meaning of cat behavior. When the nose was meant to express intimate love, Hannibal never kissed Sally's little nose again.

Maybe it's the little self-esteem of a single young man at work.

But Sally couldn't be too unreasonable for shoveling shit so hard.

Hannibal is a shit shoveler who can't stand a joke, and his punishment usually makes Sally sad for days.

Imagine what it would be like not to eat meat for three days.

Ah, so sad...

Sally felt super sad just thinking about it.

Sally's eyes were wet, and she raised her head pitifully from under Hannibal's palm, her little head arched against Hannibal's palm, and her soft and childish voice was crisp and coquettish: "Sally, be good."

Hannibal pinched Sally's cat's ears, and stroked the cat's head. His face was expressionless. He always faced everything rationally and calmly, including his cat.

"Eat cooked beef at night."

Sally's cat's ears trembled, her blue eyes sparkled, and she repeated again: "Sally, you're super cute."

"Ah."

Hannibal released the grip on Sally's head, and he cleaned up the mess on the dining table that Sally had tossed about.

In fact, Sally's fuss in the early morning gave Hannibal a headache.

She disrupted Hannibal's meal schedule, and even caused Hannibal to miss an animal show he often listened to.

The mentality of taking care of Sally reminded Hannibal of Misha for a moment.

But Misha is very good. She never tried Hannibal's bottom line recklessly and recklessly like Sally, and when she knew she was in danger, she showed a pitiful and coquettish little expression.

Sally was always good at pampering Hannibal's one point to ten points, and when it was above ten points, she stretched out her little paws and crushed Hannibal unceremoniously.

But when it comes to teaching Sally to learn human common sense, Hannibal is uncompromising.

Sally: You who are shoveling shit are afraid to force Sally to demolish her house!

"You can hire a tutor for Sally. You can't always teach her yourself. Believe me, teaching children is really tiring. You will find that the most patience and bad temper in your life are on your children."

Mrs. Stewart had an expression of "I'm someone who has experienced it", "Please hire a tutor for your child, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal listened carefully to Mrs. Stewart's parenting experience, and then asked politely: "I will consider your suggestion, but the purpose of our meeting today is that I ordered a straw doll."

Mrs. Stewart was the one Bedelia had introduced who could weave straw dolls.

She has three daughters and two sons, and she makes up all the lovable animals the kids love, and the cat dolls Dr. Lecter orders are easy.

"But you are the first person I met to decorate the eyes of dolls with precious sapphires."

Stuart smiled and said, "Is this for your child? You must love your child very much, she is a lucky girl."

No, Hannibal doesn't love Sally.

Because he didn't kiss Sally's little nose at all! ! !

Author has something to say: Will: I kissed Winston on the nose yesterday and it got weird.

Sally: ...

Will: What's wrong with you Sally?

Sally: ...can you kiss my nose?I'm not going to be weird XD

Will: ...Hannibal, your cat is weird.

Hannibal: ...Huh.

In the past two days, I have seen many readers feedback that the cover of this article is very scary XDDDDDD

Regarding the governess, who would you like to play?By the way, the author originally wanted the little spider to come out to play... Who do you want to see play the role of this tutor?