I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

I feel that if I continue to work overtime day and night like this, I may die suddenly.

And it is very likely that it will be published in the evening news of the next day, and it will be displayed a little bit to the right of the bottom of the front page, to warn young people today not to spoil themselves, the body is the capital of the revolution.

Fuck me, I'd rather die of exhaustion than be poor.

But I still have to figure out a way to take a day off and take my cat to the hospital for a checkup.

While I'm still wary of this unexpected cohabitant who closely resembles my ex-boyfriend, my cat is young and keeping her healthy is very important.

I vaguely remembered the conversation I heard in the elevator that day, so I mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the couple’s house. I bought the old man with 4 bags of Yannianyishou Oral Liquid that a certain customer gave me. After a wave of operations, I successfully obtained their A sick leave form for acute gastroenteritis issued by the daughter-in-law who works in the hospital and a photo of the infusion.

I'm frantically experimenting in gray areas.

The leader said yes, we know about your situation.

When you come to work in the afternoon, remember to hand in the analysis documents on the third quarter financial statements of Company F.

Well, it's a half-day vacation anyway, which is pretty good.

The next day I was woken up by my cat.

I really can't figure out how such a small cat climbed up the closet and catapulted it into my stomach with such precision.

I am increasingly certain that my cat is a human being.

Before taking the cat to the hospital, I remembered the instructions of the leader, got out of bed, turned on the computer, inserted the USB flash drive, and prepared to screen the files before exporting them.

My cat reappeared out of nowhere, trying to squeeze itself into the tail clip box at my hand, struggling with it in a twisted posture.

My pussy is probably some kind of fluid right now.

When I finished screening the data and was about to transfer it to the USB flash drive, my eyes suddenly went black.

My computer shuts down.

I lowered my head and saw my elusive cat. Before the latter could retract its claws, it looked up at me.

I think my previous thoughts were indeed preconceived and too arbitrary.

My cat is supposed to be a devil.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning when I finally got everything done and put the devil in the cat bag and carried it to the car.

I used the navigation to choose a smooth route, and prayed that the devil would never reincarnate in my car.

Tsk, it's exactly the same as my ex-boyfriend shutting down my computer mainframe.

I remember that when I was a freshman in high school, I was really not a good student.I barely got into a key high school with the money I saved in junior high school, and since then I have let myself go, fights and skipping classes and Internet cafes happened to me one after another, and every once in a while, the face of the grade director became colorful and brilliant.At this time, the ex-boyfriend will play the role of a wise guiding lighthouse, frowning and asking me why I have to find happiness for myself and others.

"There are so many reasons, Ye Bai, and no one cares about me."

The ex-boyfriend didn't talk anymore, but I quickly paid for it.

That night, there was no light anywhere, so I counted my fingers and went online.

The owner of the Internet cafe was a gangster when he was young. He had a tattoo on his arm that could not tell whether it was a dragon, a snake, or a lizard. Anyway, it looked scary.But this is a very considerate boss. For our safety, he specially pulled a mosquito net from his father's closet to block the machines near the back door of the Internet cafe. When the school sent teachers to arrest people, they never succeeded. Pass.

I was hiding behind the curtain with a group of drinking and meat friends, in the midst of a fierce battle, and I was in the revival stage of violent output on the opposite side, and my spirit was extremely tense. When the waves take away the opposite side...

The computer screen went black.man-made.

I raised my head angrily, and bumped into a pair of cat-like deep eyes.

My deskmate was crossing his arms and looking at me with his head tilted.

The boss poked his head from behind the curtain.

"Hey? Little classmate, aren't you here to turn on the machine?"

My deskmate shook his head: "I'm his brother, I'm here to take him back."

"Who is your younger brother..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was dragged out by him.The strength of the ex-boyfriend is really great, and now I feel pain in my wrist when I think about it.

I broke away from him and rubbed my wrist.I can't get angry when I think about it, but the more I think about it, the more angry I become, and I want to hit someone.

I still regretted the moment I swung my fist out, and barely turned around in mid-air.Unexpectedly, my deskmate moved faster than me, dodged sideways, grabbed my arm and bit it down.

What is this operation?bite?Classmate, are you a dog?

Okay, I'm on the top, and I raised my foot to kick, but the dog at the same table restrained me with a backhand, easily stuck my hands on top of my head, and squinted my eyes to look at me.

"Don't fight like others with this level of force." The tablemate paused, and then said softly, "I was at the door of a restaurant the other day and saw your mother. She was working hard."

My chest was tight, and I struggled: "You want to take care of it?"

"Didn't you say that no one cares about you? Then I'll take care of it."

"Pooh."

The nosy dog ​​at the same table really did what he said, and every time I turned on the machine, he came to turn it off.

If you can't fight again and again, you will be very angry.

After my computer was forcibly shut down 17 times, my teammates all said that they would never play with me again.

My ex-boyfriend is very scheming.

When we arrived at the hospital, there were a lot of people and pets.

My cat changed from the usual leisurely posture at home, and was so cowardly that it turned around and crawled into my arms desperately as soon as it was placed on the ground.

I was a little amused, touched the back of my neck a few times to comfort me, and handed it to the veterinarian wearing examination gloves.

The vet glanced at me: "First time with a cat?"

I smiled: "The first time."

"It's a little thin, I'll post it to you on the forum later, and read more about it. If you raise it, you will be responsible."

I say yes again and again.

I feel a bit like a novice parent who is called out by the teacher in the group because the child did not perform well in the kindergarten.

The check was done quickly and my pussy was licking its mouth.

The vet said everything was fine, so I was relieved.The veterinarian gave me another small book with the cat's head printed on it, and repeatedly told me to remember to bring the cat to get the triple vaccine on time before letting me go.

When I got home, I hurriedly took this little ancestor out of the bag.

My cat held his breath all the way and looked a little fierce.

I reached out to touch the cat's head, but my cat suddenly turned its head, opened its mouth and tapped my finger with its teeth, and jumped away quickly.

I stared at the two shallow holes on my finger, and was stunned for a while.

……

I got up and quickly found my cat.

I fished my cat out of the box and held the cat's paws and looked straight at him.

The cat rested its head on its paws in bewilderment, looking deformed.

"Are you a dog?"

"what on earth do you want?"

The cat seemed to be frightened by my tone of voice. It flattened its ears back and opened its bright eyes.

He looked at me understandingly.

I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.

Evidence Two:

My cat is handy and my cat still bites.