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

Cats are carnivores.

Meat is the main diet, but they will also eat other vegetables and plants.

Sally was a picky eater before, and she hated red and green vegetables, not because of their smell, but because of the two colors.

Cats become self-willed for reasons that their shit shovelers can never imagine.

But Hannibal guessed.

Because he had minced carrots and broccoli and wrapped them in beef balls to see how Sally reacted.

Or spit it out and meow and pounce on him fiercely.

Or be stimulated to roll around on the ground and refuse to eat.

Or just knock over the plate and then quickly pounce on him and scratch him hard.

But nothing.

Sally ate normally.

It just hates the color, not even for a reason, it just hates it.

Hannibal's cooking skills are very good, and he even has a chef certificate, but in the eyes of most people, Dr. Hannibal is a knowledgeable psychiatrist who has helped the FBI solve many difficult and mysteries. Ask him often for advice.

But even with such a close relationship, few people know that Hannibal was once a surgeon.

Compared with sitting in the office and gently guiding patients to light or darkness, he is better at holding a sharp blade to cut open the patient's skin, exposing the scarlet flesh inside.

Likewise, he was good at cutting Sally's nails.

Anyone who is a poop officer knows that clipping cat nails is not an easy job, with some exceptions.

In particular, Sally of Hannibal's family has a bad temper and doesn't like her shit-shoveling officer, so the difficulty of cutting her nails has increased exponentially.

But that didn't bother Hannibal.

In fact, there are few problems that can stump Hannibal.

Hmm... no, there are still.

Like, how to get his Sally to like him.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!!!!"

Sally arched her back, the white fluff exploded into a ball of fur, claws on the ground, and her blue cat eyes stared straight at Hannibal.

"Are you threatening me, Sally, because I threw your toy?"

"Meow!"

"It's just the trash you pick up outside, Sally, and you're not allowed to bring trash home."

Hannibal's definition of trash is too broad.

But here it refers to a dirty tennis ball that Sally picked up on the apartment street 10 minutes ago.

Cats love balls.

But Hannibal threw it away indifferently!

Hateful shit shovel officer!

Sally remained in a fighting stance, only waiting for Hannibal to leave its paw prints on his face when he wanted to fight it.

But Hannibal ignored Sally's preparations. He was in front of the hanger, combing his iron-blond hair meticulously. The paw prints on his neck had faded into a trace that could be erased at any time. The suit vest, with the sleeves rolled up five centimeters, revealing strong and powerful wrists.

He was dealing with the suit jacket hanging on the hanger, using a hair remover to carefully remove the cat hair from the clothes.

He wouldn't allow himself to go out with Sally's fur on him.

"You already have toys, Sally, don't be too greedy."

That wool felt doll?

No, I want balls, Sally's clear cat eyes are full of accusations.

But Hannibal's ignorance made Sally slap the cotton like a paw, and its frizzy fur softened. It meowed and looked at Hannibal again.

Ok……

Sally turned away in disappointment... the moment Hannibal was not paying attention, she jumped up and rushed towards the suit on the hanger.

The wooden clothes hanger trembled and remained in place, but the high-tailored suit hanging on it was pulled off by Sally, and stepped on the ground and under her feet.

"Meow~"

Sally rolled, rolled, rolled, on the clothes that Hannibal had cleaned for a long time.

The soft cat fur flies around.

Hannibal looked at Sally quietly, the hair remover in his hand did not move for a long time.

He is going to a dinner party.

And now there is only one hour left before the dinner party starts.

Hannibal Lecter is a scholar whom everyone admires and adores.

Not the rude person who is late to the party because of his wayward kitten.

But if Sally was left alone, Hannibal believed that after he left, Sally would definitely sneak into his closet and continue to spoil his other clothes.

"Sally, do you want to find Will?"

A little white fluffy head protruded from Hannibal's suit, and it tilted its head to look at Hannibal.

"I'm going to contact Will and tell him you're going to be a guest tonight."

Will, Sally heard this familiar name.

Sally discarded Hannibal's clothes resolutely, looked up at Hannibal expectantly with her small head up, her blue cat's eyes seemed to be shining with stars.

Hannibal didn't speak any more, he turned and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Sally.

Sally sat there very obediently.

Because of Will.

His cat likes a dog.

Hannibal found himself paying too much attention to that fact.

Hannibal's dinner for Sally tonight is fish balls, and Sally likes balls.

But this time the fish balls tasted weird.

Sally licked the fish balls, a little hesitant.

"I'll take you to Will after eating."

Will, Sally heard this familiar and kind name.

Sally's mood was bubbling with joy, and she opened her mouth to reveal the kitten's pointy teeth. She licked the fish balls with her pink tongue, and then quickly ate them.

Hannibal quietly watched Sally eating fish balls, the man's gaze was thick and calm, the breath on his body was always different when he was alone in front of others.

And this kind of Hannibal is only known to Sally.

Because Hannibal never hid himself from Sally.

Sally is a cute little cat.

And now, the shit-shoveling officer who doesn't like it wants to send it to his favorite Will.

Hannibal had called Will in advance, so when Sally arrived, Will had already prepared all the snacks and toys that Sally loved at home.

"You have always hit it off, I hope you have a good time getting along tonight."

Hannibal smiled.

Will hugged Sally, "Of course."

"I'll be over at eleven."

As Hannibal left, Will raised Sally's front paw and waved at his back.

In fact, if it wasn't for Will, Sally would have left Hannibal behind at the moment and enjoyed the entertainment at Will's house.

Of course, this is just Sally's unilateral beautiful fantasy. Before Sally came to Will's house, Hannibal brought her here, with a shit-shoveling officer, background and support.

But it's not just Sally a cat who likes Will, Will also has a dog named Winston.

No pet is willing to share its master with other pets, especially this cat has a smell that makes dogs feel irritable when they smell it.

Winston was lying on the carpet, always docile, hostile to Sally who was acting like a baby in Will's arms.

The author has something to say: Sally: Will's dog looks at me strangely.

Winston: So grumpy.

PS：永远的小姨妈扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-11-2906:49:18