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

"Dr. Lecter has a pretty vivacious girlfriend."

"yes."

"Haha, but the girlfriend is too lively and also very distressed. It's hard to imagine that the type liked by a strict self-disciplined person like Dr. Lecter is so jumpy. This is not the first time I see you with a wound on your neck."

Hannibal never explained, nor acknowledged.

Properly maintaining mystery is also the most important point in socializing.

Some people also probed into Hannibal's private life on the grounds of joking. In most cases, Hannibal was extremely tolerant and even cooperated with each other a little.

After all, observing human behavior was also one of the subjects that Hannibal was interested in, just as Sally occasionally liked to observe fish in the tank.

It was fish that Hannibal had bought for Sally's lunch.

Hannibal never gave Sally snacks with a shelf life, and the food in Sally's small refrigerator would only last for two days at most, and would be thrown into the trash whether it was finished or not.

But Will loved feeding Sally treats, and Sally loved being fed by Will.

Of course, it's not difficult for Hannibal to admit that his cat likes a dog owner, and Hannibal is not a person who is difficult to face reality.

"Meow~"

Sally crouched in front of the water tank, kicking her little claws into her chest, her cat's eyes turned around with the fish swimming seriously, occasionally poking her claws into the water, trying to catch the fish.

But while cats love to eat fish, not all cats catch fish.

Sally is a waste of life.

It can't even catch the fish's tail.

"Meow~"

Sally An observed the fish quietly, licked the fur on the wet paws, straightened them out, and continued to kick the little hands.

It's not even lunchtime yet, so the fish has a few extra hours to live.

And Sally's chef isn't in the kitchen right now, he's in the bedroom tidying up the cat's fur.

Sally sheds a lot, and although Hannibal checked with the pet store, it's normal.

Sally's paws also renew quickly. Hannibal also asked about paws when he asked about hair loss, but the pet shop told her that it was a normal phenomenon.

Since then, Hannibal never went to the pet store again.

He has purchased dozens of cat-related books on his bookshelf, ranging from fun books to medical science.

The clothes that Sally rolled around can be sent to the dry cleaner, but the bed that Sally slept on, Hannibal will not give it to anyone, he cleans it himself.

Hannibal's bedsheets were a dark shade, and the white cat fur was evident.

Cleaned up already7:30.am

The guests who made an appointment this morning were at 9:00, and Hannibal still had plenty of time to make breakfast for Sally before going to the clinic.

A cat's breakfast doesn't have to be too big, but it can't be perfunctory either.

Hannibal rolls up his sleeves and enters the kitchen, picks out the right knife, the light of the sharp knife refracts, and the neat as new knife surface prints Hannibal's pensive face, when he finds Sally, the shit shoveler who is about to make breakfast, "meow~" One sound.

"Breakfast is goat's milk and fruit pudding."

Fresh goat's milk from the farm, boiled in a pot for 4-5 minutes, skimmed the foam with a fine sieve, and poured the remaining goat's milk into a saucer to cool.

A cat's tongue is extremely sensitive.

Especially Sally's tongue, it can't eat food with a temperature higher than 40 degrees.

While the goat milk was cooling, Hannibal began to prepare pudding, using the filtered milk foam and goat milk as the base material, mixed with pudding powder according to the proportion, stirred evenly, and sliced ​​strawberries to squeeze the juice.

"Meow~"

The last step is heating and boiling, and the finished product is placed in Sally's small refrigerator.

While the pudding was forming, Hannibal opened the closet, and a few suits that were still intact and clean were hanging there alone.

Sally was still playing with fish there.

The paws are wet and licked, no matter how clean they are, they are still wet.

So Sally stopped kicking her little hands, jumped off the table, and nestled by the window, the sun was warm outside, not as dazzling as noon, just right.

Sally squinted her cat's eyes and put her paw in the sun to dry.

A cat is a very clean animal.

In fact, apart from the flying cat hair, Sally is very clean and tidy.

"Well……"

The cat made a comfortable "whoosh" sound.

"Sally, stay at home obediently."

8:30.am

Hannibal put the pudding and goat's milk on the dining table, and patted Sally's cat's head. The brown suit was like cinnabar mixed with human blood, restrained and elegant. Hannibal's expression was flat, with no emotion.

The cat's eyes change the size of the pupils as the light changes. Sally looked back at Hannibal who was rubbing the cat's head. The cat's eyes were clear blue, and the black one in the middle shrunk into a simple line like a sharp blade.

Extremely beautiful.

"Sally."

Hannibal suddenly called Sally's name, and tapped the cat's head with his fingertips.

Sally: "..."

The door slammed shut.

Sally continued to nest on the window sill, dried her paws, and then started her breakfast.

It was the start of a normal day for Hannibal and Sally.

An ordinary day.

Sally licked her milk-stained mouth, looked up at the top of the cabinet, the yellow ball was sitting there quietly, it was round and cute, and its color was super bright.

I really want balls.

Sally tilted her head, looking eager.

How to make the shit-shoveling willing to take its balls down?

Sally knew very well that her annoying shit-shoveling officer was quite a vicious guy, under the skin of a human being, he was rougher and more ferocious than the beasts Sally had ever met. .

It is not unreasonable to say that cats can be psychic.

Cats can always see through things that ordinary people cannot.

In fact, the same is true for Will's dog. It can distinguish danger from smell.

The last time Sally was chased by a dog, it was also because of Sally's smell, which Hannibal had intentionally picked up.

Hannibal is a vicious shit shoveler.

Although the simple Sally didn't witness Hannibal's bad things, it didn't stop Sally from hating him.

However, how does Sally, who hates the shit-shoveling officer, make the shit-shoveling officer willingly give her the ball?

Sally thought of Winston, that cat-hating dog!

If Sally Dove occupied the magpie's nest and became Will's favorite animal, Will would not intentionally bully the cat QAQ like a shit shoveler

Will is a good shit shoveler.

Sally went back to the house resentfully, and found the toy Will gave her.

Ball ball ball ball...

Meow……

Will's toys don't have balls either...

Sally wants balls...

"Meow..."

When Hannibal returned to the apartment at noon, he saw Sally with a face full of displeasure, a pair of big glazed blue cat eyes looking at Hannibal aggrievedly, lying on the carpet in the shoe changing area by the door, holding Little hands and ears moved limply.

"Sally, are you sick?"

This was the first time Sally squatted at the door and watched Hannibal go home.

Sally's eyes were moist, and she continued to look at Hannibal aggrievedly, but the unhappy cat face showed a trace of resentment.

As if to say: I'Mfinefuckyou.

The author has something to say: I caught a cold last night, and today I feel dizzy. I barely finished writing this chapter. The author is going to put my little hands under the covers...sleep...headache...another comprehensive article...chasing The cats should be chasing another Enid article, um... the other one is probably not going to happen today... the author is still cold like a dog with the heater on in the room...

Let's work harder tomorrow√