I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

When I accidentally bumped into my cat drinking toilet water, my heart was broken.

I was leaning against the door frame and brushing my teeth when my cat slipped past me with small, furtive steps.I saw my cat paw open the sliding door with ease, and turned into the bathroom.

I:? ? ?

Then there were a few slight noises from the bathroom.

I tiptoed over to find out, but through the crack of the door, I saw my cat was facing away from me, stuck its head into the toilet seat, and greedily gulped the water inside.

I rushed over to pick up the cat, but the cat didn't resist, and hung limply in my hand, turning into a long strip.

Why is this cat like this?

I looked at the drops of water on the tip of the cat's nose with some distaste, took a few paper towels to rub the cat's nose, and wanted to brush his teeth well.

I told myself that I must remember to put the toilet lid on in the future, so as not to give my cat any chance to drink the toilet water.

When I put the cat on the ground, I suddenly remembered that every morning, I was woken up by my cat's wet nose?

I went to wash my face again.

Has the water in my cat's bowl gone bad?I checked the cat's water fountain.The drinking fountain is a German brand strongly recommended by the owner of the pet shop. It has a built-in filter. I disassembled it, and there was no problem. After smelling it, the water was plain water just put in yesterday, and there was no peculiar smell.

What is it that drives the cat to drink toilet water?I took the time to pay attention to the cat's movements.The camera at home has almost no dead spots except the bedroom.I soon discovered that my cat didn't have to drink toilet water.

My cat likes to drink water from everywhere but not from his own bowl.

It's literally a dime a dozen from my ex-boyfriend.

During the sophomore sports meeting, my soft-hearted ex-boyfriend really couldn’t bear to see the sports committee next door crying all day because there were not enough people to sign up. After drawing the form, he filled in his name behind the 5000-meter option.

"Oh, my deskmate, what a man!" I leaned over to look at the registration form, and fended off the sports committee member who was excitedly rushing forward to shake hands with my deskmate.

The girl at the front desk turned her head: "Running 5000 meters is very tiring, and our whole class will cheer for you by the track."

My deskmate continued to bow his head to solve the problem calmly.I read the question from a tutorial book, and the question type was tricky. I boasted that I had a clear mind, but I didn't have a clue from the first lesson in the afternoon to the self-study in the evening.

I resigned myself to flipping through the answers at the back of the book, and found that behind the small title was a goddamn: slightly.

fuck.

My deskmate silently imitated my handwriting and handed in a lengthy political paper for me, tilted my head and asked if I could show it to him, and as a result, I read the evening self-study the next day.

Until the day of the sports meeting, we couldn't figure it out. I felt that this question was about to go moldy, so I asked my deskmate: "How about... I will ask the teacher?"

"Let me try again." My deskmate said.

In the sports meeting, I reported the high jump and shooting very salty, because I think there should be some commonality between high jump and wall climbing.

At that time, each participant will get a number book, mine is 051, and my deskmate is 121.

I soon regretted applying for the high jump. My tablemate told me that the back jumping style has a high chance of success. I tried it, and when I fell on my back on the protective pad, I found that the pole hurt my back.

I didn’t jump over in the first round. I don’t know what the people around me are so excited about, and someone handed me water. The girl didn’t say anything, just jumped high. What kind of water do I need? ?

I watched my tablemate from a distance walk over expressionlessly, straightened my messy clothes, and took out a small roll of scotch tape from my pocket: "The pins are easy to break when jumping high."

"It can't be so unlucky, even if it collapses, it's okay, the big man is still afraid of being pricked by a needle?"

"Someone was stabbed just now, with a gash and bleeding." He stubbornly walked around behind me.

I didn't move, and asked my deskmate to tape up the four pins on the number book.

"Are you thirsty?" My deskmate asked me.

It seems to be a little hot.

"thirsty."

He handed him his water bottle, and I unscrewed it and took a few sips.The broadcast started to announce that the check-in time for the 5000-meter project was up, and I signaled my deskmate to go first: "I'll come when I'm done."

Obviously I didn't make it to the high jump final, and by the time my preliminary round was over, the 5000m at my table had reached the first lap.Unlike the high jump, the 5000-meter long-distance race will determine the outcome in one round.

I saw that my deskmate was following No.2 closely.The way my deskmate ran with long legs was particularly eye-catching. Sweat covered the muscles of the beautiful honey-colored arms and calves. When running past me, there was a gust of wind, which smelled like sweet-scented osmanthus soap.

I really think my deskmate is very strong, because he is very focused on everything and does it with ease, as if nothing can stop him.Just like the 5000 meters this time, just like the rankings in the general test, the first place can only be his.

When my real male deskmate crossed the finish line first amid screams and cheers, the crowd roared up, men and women, holding water or towels, and cameras.I was squeezed outside, looking at the bottle of mineral water in my hand with some frustration.

I sat on the grass and watched in amazement that my deskmate made a way out of the crowd, watched my deskmate walk towards me, and watched him finally exhausted, pressing me down on the grass .

The physical consumption of 5000 meters is really not small. My deskmate leaned on me and gasped violently. The sweet-scented osmanthus soap I had smelled before mixed with a little post-exercise sweat smell wrapped me airtightly.I stared at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and suddenly felt a strong urge to touch and comfort him with my lips.I stopped breathing for a few seconds, looked away with difficulty, and slowly ran my hand along the back of my deskmate.After strenuous exercise, I couldn't stop to rest immediately. I turned over and changed positions with him, then pulled him up, let his arms hang around my neck, and slowly calmed down along the playground.

When I walked back to the stands, my deskmate suddenly asked, "Is there any water?"

Did he not take a sip when so many people handed him water at the end?

But thinking of the scene at that time, I was a little unhappy for no reason.

"Don't you have a kettle?"

My deskmate leaned on my shoulder, and the donkey's lips didn't match the horse's mouth and replied: "I saw you holding water."

I took out a bottle from the supply box under the stand, and my deskmate took it directly from my hand and drank it vigorously. The water overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his neck and collarbone, and sank under his collar.

My deskmate said: "I think that question should try inequality."

……

After the three-day sports meeting, the school asked to hand in the number book.

I, who never miss anything, lost such a big number book.

I asked my deskmate if he had seen my number book, and he stared at the chair and shook his head.I poked my head into the belly of the table to search for it three times, went back to the dormitory and searched through the cabinets, and confirmed that my number book really flew away with wings.

It was meal time at this time, and I had no appetite to eat, so I went back to the classroom.

There was no one in the classroom, only one deskmate was leaning on a chair and doing calculations.

My deskmate was doing the questions too seriously, so that his schoolbag slipped to the ground and he didn't know anything.I went up to help him pick it up. The unclosed zipper betrayed all the contents of his schoolbag, and it fell to the ground with a crackling sound. I saw books, notebooks, pens, and meal cards on the ground.

And the number book in between.

The air froze for a moment.

I seem to know everything, and I seem to know nothing.

My deskmate stared blankly at me, pursing his lips resignedly.He doesn't speak, but I've never read the emotions in his eyes with such certainty.

My deskmate bowed his head in silence for a long time, bent down and picked up the number book and handed it to me.

As if he wanted to turn the page, he said in a pretendingly relaxed tone, "That question..."

I said, "You shut up."

Then he stepped forward and physically shut him up.

It was an extremely short kiss, so short that I only had time to experience the momentary numbness when our lips touched.Well, after all this is my first time with relatives and I don't have much experience.

My deskmate looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief.

"What to do," I said, "I can't help myself liking you."

My deskmate was stunned, staring at me, his eyes getting darker and darker, he grabbed my neck, pushed me against the wall of the back door with a rough movement, and opened the door with his back to block out a triangular space , the fiery kiss was accompanied by rapid panting.

I was addicted to his breath, responding to his fierce offensive.He raised my chin, and the tip of his tongue invaded my mouth. I felt that my legs were so weak that I could hardly stand up. My deskmate hugged me tightly, put his legs between mine for support, and continued to deepen the kiss.

A classmate is back.

My heart jumped, and I quickly reached out to push his shoulder.My deskmate refused to follow me, so he restrained my hands, and then searched for my lips and kissed her.

Finally, he let me go, buried his head on my shoulder and gasped restrainedly, the hot air was blowing against my ears, warm and itchy, numb from the earlobe to the tailbone.

He smiled lightly on my shoulder.

I tilted my head and kissed his neck.

This little thief has stolen his heart, but he still wants to steal the directory.

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

Evidence Four:

My cat doesn't like to drink water from its own bowl, and my cat can't hide anything.