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

Sally climbed onto Will, and the soft pads stepped on his neck, delicate and small. Will held Sally's front paw and stroked its round nails.

"Did Hannibal cut your claws?"

Sally lay flat on Will's body, her ears trembling, and she ate with relish the small dried fish Will gave her.

There was only the sound of the TV in the room. Will and Sally were playing on the sofa, while Winston sat on the carpet and looked at one person and one cat.

Winston was a medium-sized dog, and he would never be able to cuddle in Will's arms like Sally did.

This white-haired little bitch is fucked up.

At this time Will's cell phone rang, and the caller was Jack, maybe it was because of the Texas Girl Hunting case again.

Will put Sally on the sofa, and took the phone to the window to answer the call.

Sally suddenly lost Will, the human-shaped cushion, and she was not used to it for a while. Sally seldom acted like a baby, but Will was special. Will could always guess what Sally wanted and what she wanted to eat.

It's much better than its shit-shoveling officer who clearly sees through everything but pretends not to know!

snort!

Sally licked the dried fish, and suddenly raised her cat ears vigilantly. Her blue cat eyes looked straight at Winston on the carpet, and the hair on her back gradually blew up.

Murderous! ! !

Cats and dogs are natural enemies.

Of course, this does not refer to metaphors such as eagles and rabbits.

There is no relationship between them hunting and being hunted.

There's just a little... misunderstanding between dogs and cats.

For example, when a dog wags its tail, a cat jumps angrily and bites.

For example, seeing a cat snoring comfortably, the dog grinned and chased after it.

But there are exceptions, those who get along well will also play together.

Dog owners know that a dog is a highly entertaining pet. It likes to run races with its owner. The faster the owner runs, the happier the dog is. They love moving objects, such as Frisbees.

But if a shit-shoveler wants his cat to catch a Frisbee, he can try it out and get a sense of what cat's version of winter is upon us.

Cats don't like to be chased.

Once they are chased, they will be very scared, serious, and even fight.

But sometimes they fight for the simple reason that they don't like it.

Will has never had a cat, he is a dog owner, so when Winston chased Sally around the house, Will thought they were playing. After all, Sally is very cute, and Winston is also very gentle. Lost my temper.

But that's not the case.

Winston: The smell of that cat makes me cranky!

Sally: Scary, scary, scary, scary...! !

Winston was not a small dog, and he easily bumped into something when he ran, but these movements were tantamount to the devil's death to Sally.

Why is Will so nice and his dog so annoying? ?

It bites off, Sally's hair will be bitten bald QAQ

"Meow meow meow!!!"

"Wow!!! Woof woof woof!!!"

Cats are small and light, and they can jump to higher places.

The ground is too dangerous! !

Sally climbed onto the table, before she even had time to buffer herself, she jumped towards the bookshelf.

The little white cat was probably too nervous, so he didn't jump over. His front paws rested on the edge of the bookshelf, and his hind legs struggled to kick.

Winston under the bookshelf: "Wow!!!"

"Meow!!!"

Sally climbed up with all her strength, and climbed to the top of the bookshelf in a mess, shivering on top of her head.

Will... Will...

Your dog is going to eat Sally QAQ

very scary……

Winston has become very irritable, and when Will hears the movement, Winston is banging on the bookshelf, trying to shake Sally off.

The little white cat huddled pitifully on top, meowing in fear.

"Winston!"

Will was shocked how his usually docile dog would suddenly attack Sally. He quickly apologized to Jack, hung up the phone, hurried over to stop Winston, and stroked his head to calm his irritable mood.

"Wang Wang!!"

Winston still couldn't quell the momentum of the attack, Will had to pull Winston's collar, force him to enter another room, close the door, and let him reflect on his mistakes.

Really bad.

Will looked at the living room messed up by Winston with a headache, and then looked at Sally on the bookshelf.

The small kitten shrinks into a pitiful little ball of hair.

"Sorry, Sally, can you come down first?"

Will opened his arms to signal Sally to jump down, but Sally, who was frightened by Winston, didn't even listen to Will's words. Her moist cat's eyes were exposed from the hairball, and she meowed hoarsely.

As if crying.

"Sally . . . it was my fault . . . I shouldn't have put you and Winston together."

Will was so remorseful that he took a small dried fish and tried to lure Sally down.

But obviously, the fear of Winston has outweighed the desire for small dried fish.

Will still smelled of Winston.

Sally didn't want to get off the shelf.

After repeated attempts, Will had to call Hannibal.

"Sally is in a terrible situation and it's all my fault."

Will hangs up the phone, blaming himself.

But Winston became uncharacteristically irritable and he couldn't find the reason. Even if Winston didn't like Sally, he wouldn't choose such a fierce way.

Evening, ten forty.

Hannibal rang Will's doorbell.

He was still wearing his banquet suit, a brown western-style three-piece suit, and the blue one was covered with Sally's hair. He smiled politely at Will, and the faint smell of red wine lingered on his body.

He was no different from usual, elegant and restrained, even when he heard his cat fighting with the dog.

But he stood by the bookshelf and called out, "Sally, come here."

The shivering little ball of hair on the bookshelf seemed to have found a home, tremblingly jumped from the bookshelf into Hannibal's arms, its little head went straight into Hannibal's clothes, and the whole cat was hidden in Hannibal's heart.

A piece of Hannibal's handmade couture suit bulges out, and a patch of soft cat fur sticks out from next to his tie.

Will: "...it won't come down no matter what I called it before."

Through the clothes, Hannibal patted Sally lightly, she seemed to be really frightened, and there was a faint smile on the corner of Hannibal's lips.

"Because you smell of that dog."

Will spread his hands helplessly, "Well, Winston is weird today."

"Maybe dogs have small emotions just like humans. You should comfort your dog. It's time for Sally to go home."

Will nodded, "Do you take Sally's snacks and toys back with you? I think she won't like coming to me in a short time."

Hannibal: "Sally is not playful."

Strangely, Sally nestled in Hannibal's arms didn't refute Hannibal's words, maybe she didn't listen to Hannibal and Will's words at all, completely unaware that she missed out on the little fish toy.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is the emotional sublimation point of the hero and heroine.

Because Sally finally let the shit shovel hold her, gratifying.

hhhhhhhhh