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

Hannibal doesn't take away Sally's right to play.

This is a typical hypocritical polite sentence.

In ordinary people's cognition, cats are much quieter than dogs, which are lively and active, but cats also like to play.

They like cat teasers, balls, squishy toys, dried fish, and delicious food.

But what did Hannibal offer Sally?

Sally's room is located on the left side of Hannibal's bedroom. Originally, Sally's room belonged to Hannibal's bookshelf, but... the result is obvious.

Hannibal separated two areas in the bedroom, and gave it Sally's favorite bookshelf to climb, along with a few books that Hannibal was tired of reading.

Sally was also very satisfied with the nest arranged by Hannibal.

But there are always times when Sally is not good, although there are only a handful of times when Sally is good.

When Sally is misbehaving, any part of the apartment can become Sally's den.

Hannibal is a qualified shit-shoveling officer in this respect, at least he won't teach Sally a lesson just because she's hiding in his closet, and even if he teaches a lesson, Sally won't listen.

Hannibal is a shit-shoveling officer without dignity.

Will always thought that Sally listened to Hannibal the most.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Hannibal opened the closet, picked up Sally who was sleeping in a ball with a calm expression, and hugged her in his arms, silently took out the shirt and clothes that Sally had rolled over, and put them on the chair.

Then, holding Sally in his arms, he took out his mobile phone with one hand and made a call.

Mrs. Smith is the proprietress of a dry cleaning shop that Hannibal often visits. She is a rare person who understands Sally's little waywardness. When she came to the door half an hour later, she packed the clothes into the hanging pocket with familiarity.

"It's Sally's fault again this time?"

Mrs. Smith looked at the cat hair on the clothes, and she no longer knew how to sympathize with Hannibal. She subconsciously looked at the kitten in Hannibal's arms, sleeping soundly.

An elegant gentleman with culture, knowledge and social status is holding a soft and beautiful kitten in his arms. This is a pleasing picture.

Especially when he stroked the cat's fur and said with a chuckle, "Sally is very good."

Mrs. Smith smiled helplessly: "You are always so patient, I dare not touch any of these little ancestors."

"I'm going first, Mr. Hannibal, I will deliver the clothes tomorrow."

Hannibal's closet was more than half empty in an instant.

And the culprit is Sally.

But this is not the first time.

At least a little better than Sally liked to gnaw at his books.

Especially those books that Hannibal hadn't finished, he always subconsciously locked them in the drawer.

In this family, there was no place that Sally could not go to.

Even so, Sally still couldn't find the ball that Hannibal hid.

But when it woke up after a nap, it faced a forced multiple-choice question from the despicable shit-shoveling officer.

"Will's toy and the ball I bought, Sally, you can choose one or the other."

Sally: "..."

"People are always greedy. They always want to have everything they want. Does Sally want to be like them?"

Sally: "..."

Even if you raise the topic to a philosophical level, it can't cover up the fact that you actually bullied a kitten!

Just a ball!

a ball! ! !

Sally howled a few times, but Hannibal was unmoved.

Sally licked her paw, then scratched him angrily, leaving only an afterimage of the little white paw for a moment.

The cat's attack is very fast. Someone who was extremely bored once tested that the cat can punch 24 punches in five seconds.

Don't know what happened to the people who tested it.

Their claws are sharp... Well, no shit shovel knows, Sally's claws have grown new ones.

Hannibal was a hunter, his prey never had a chance to escape, but he couldn't avoid Sally's claws, and there was a claw mark on his hand that was good at using knives.

"It's time to cut your claws, Sally."

No, Hannibal, shouldn't your focus be on the injured hand?

But maybe the attention of shoveling shit is a bit different. Hannibal grabbed the lively Sally, intending to cut her claws when Sally was awake.

To cut a cat's claws, there are ways to cut it when it is asleep, and there are ways to cut it when it is awake.

Hannibal was well equipped with tools, more complete than he used to handle his prey.

He has a small box.

The bottom of the box is covered with a soft blanket, which will not let the cold bottom of the box cool down to the warm belly of the cat.

Put Sally into the box, which has four round holes on the sides for the cat's claws.

Will might have seen it, and mistook it for some terrible punishment.

However, cutting the cat's claws is sometimes such an exaggeration.

In fact, there are more exaggerated than this, such as bathing cats.

Hannibal didn't really want to recall the memory of giving Sally a bath.

"Meow!!!!"

"Meow!!!!!!!"

"Meow!!!!!!!!!!!"

The meowing of the cat was miserable and angry.

Sally has nothing to love.

Its weapons were again confiscated.

After clipping her claws, Sally lay paralyzed, her blue cat eyes wide open, as if out of focus, her little pink tongue sticking out, pretending to be dead.

But Sally got some benefits too.

Hannibal threw away the snacks and expiration dates he never gave Sally, and the rest of Will's toys were specially placed in Sally's room.

As for the ball that Sally was thinking about.

It was placed high on top of a cabinet by Hannibal.

Sally couldn't jump on it at all.

A cat is an animal that is not easy to persevere. It tried hard all night and gave up when it couldn't reach the ball.

But the cat is quite a vengeful animal. With an unpleasant purr in its throat, it stomped on Hannibal's bed with its paws, and finally stepped on Hannibal's body, condescendingly using his pair of hands that are especially special in the night. The bright blue eyes stared angrily at the shit shovel officer. It opened its sharp teeth and bit Hannibal's neck fiercely, waking Hannibal from his sleep.

In fact, Hannibal was very alert, and when Sally's little paw stepped on the bed, Hannibal woke up.

But he didn't expect Sally to bite him.

"Sally, you're always making mistakes."

In the darkness, Hannibal accurately grabbed Sally's neck, pressed her against the pillow, turned over and stared at the struggling little white cat.

Its coat color is also very conspicuous in the dark, and the cat's eyes are so beautiful that Hannibal thinks of the auction item seen at the banquet last night, an expensive sapphire.

"Meow!"

Hannibal touched his neck, and there was a small cat's teeth marks, which sting slightly, but did not break the skin.

Compared with Sally's paw directly making Hannibal see blood.

Sally is still very measured.

Hannibal sighed.

"You should go to bed, Sally."

Sally tried to run, but Hannibal caught it.

So tonight Sally was still sleeping on Hannibal's neck.

Sally: Hmph, today's shit shovel still doesn't have the slightest dignity!

The author has something to say: Today's Hannibal is still a shit-shoveling officer without majesty

Because the Lord is another British and American article, the speed of this article may be a bit slow, but the previous one is indeed too slow hhh

The author will strive for more and more, and will not update once every few days as before, the food is too little.

Read your comments, if you like it, the author will be motivated!