I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

It's been a long time since I've used an electric blanket.

Because a cat is a creature that becomes extremely clingy in winter, it can be called a mobile Tang Pozi, so since the year I picked up the cat, the electric blanket has been honorably retired, and I put it in the storage room to eat ashes .

My cat likes to slowly rub over me before I go to sleep, and it goes in skillfully with its head against the quilt.

At first, the cat rolled up and slept next to my feet. At this time, I always like to stuff my feet under the cat's belly to keep warm. Not to mention the soft touch, it is still warm.Falling asleep in the middle of the night, unconsciously, the cat will gradually move up. Every time I wake up, I will find that my cat sleeps with its head on the pillow like a human being. Maybe he thinks the quilt is too stuffy .

When I'm at home, the cat loves to follow me. It's like a small tail, and I can't even shake it off.

When I went to pour water, the cat jumped up and put my hand on its head, beckoning me to touch him; when I was typing, the cat would definitely come over to block my sight, step on my keyboard, and step on a string of unknown meanings. characters; even when I go to the bathroom, my cat follows, takes aim, launches itself into my lap and squats.

I just let him, and every time I touched the cat, I always felt that somewhere in my heart became very soft.

The veterinarian told me to ensure that the cat's diet is balanced, so my cat can eat two cans per week in addition to dry food.I started to run my kitchen again, about twice a month, using the same ingredients, salted for myself and unsalted for the cat.I share the same dining table with the cat.

Now the cat sits across from me and eats.

I was taught by my ex-boyfriend to cook.

After the college entrance examination, we went to the same university and the same department.

When the acceptance letter arrived, my mother took it away from me, carried it with me every day, and showed it to everyone I met.My mother was also afraid that some people would not have good eyesight and could not see the awesome and shiny golden school logo, so she also carried a pair of my grandma's reading glasses just in case.

I don't know if my dad knows about it.When I was in my third year of high school, he disappeared without a trace, leaving only an incomprehensible letter and a bunch of vicious creditors.

But it's okay, it's the same with him or without him.

The important thing is that my deskmate and I can be deskmates again.

Be at the same table during the day, sex at night.

We rented a house near the school. I translated documents at the same table, and I did PPT for me. After a wave of money-raising every month, there was still a little surplus after rent and food expenses.

My deskmate and I were sitting on the bed arranging money, laughing like two fools.

My deskmate usually doesn't talk much, but he talks a lot on the bed. He speaks one baby at a time, his voice is deep and panting, Su makes me feel numb and weak, so I can barely climb his neck and hang him around his waist, whispering Beg him to take it easy.But my deskmate didn't listen to me very much, lowered his head with red eyes, blocked my lips together with my penis, and the collision became more severe.

Tsk, my deskmate is very bad.

Although I was bullied by him at night until my voice became hoarse, and I swore to myself that I would never talk to him again, but in the morning when I saw my tablemate cooking with his upper body naked and wearing an apron, I would immediately turn against him.

This man is really damn pleasing to the eye.

Well, how should I put it, that is, it makes people very desire.

The kind that you can't stop after the desire is over.

I often sit at the dining table with a cup of hot water and drink it without making a sound. I watch my tablemate wash rice, wash vegetables, beat eggs and steam custard buns, and lick him up and down with my eyes, as the first thing in the morning. vegetable.

Every time at the end of the lick, my tablemate turns around and finds me, and will hug me off the table with one hand, and give me a long and sweet kiss.If the evening task is completed early, my deskmate will make me a supper, and then dodge dexterously to avoid my face, which is sticky from shredded bananas and wants to rub against him.

I also tried waking up early to cook for him and ended up making a huge mess in the kitchen.My deskmate picked up the vegetable leaves that jumped from the kitchen to the dining table outside, controlled his expression, tried to swallow the last bite of food, sighed again, and decided to start teaching me how to cook.

Later I also learned.

It's just that the process didn't go very smoothly.

I like the most when my deskmate surrounds me from behind, holding my fingers with slender and beautiful hands, and pouring salt down little by little.I intentionally shook my hands a lot so that he could hold him tighter, and then quietly approached his part with my lower body, turning my head to find his lips.

……

Then the kitchen was even more messy.

The sofa was also messed up.

In the end, not even the bed made in the morning survived.

I remember that the first dish my tablemate taught me was scrambled eggs with king oyster mushrooms. The delicious mushrooms are served with hot porridge, and the taste is amazing.

But when I finally figured out the basic principles of cooking through countless dizzy kisses, and I was able to be independent, my deskmate pushed me down again, preventing me from getting up early to work in the kitchen.

My deskmate taught me to cook just so that I would not starve myself to death when he was not at home one day.

The atmosphere of our university is open and inclusive. No one cares whether you are holding a man, a woman or a bear. I feel very comfortable in this way.

At that time, when I bought clothes at the same table, I always bought clothes with big pockets. In winter, my hands and feet were cold, and he would hold my hands and put them in his pockets to keep warm.At night, when my deskmate got into the bed, I stepped on his lap with a cold foot in spite of my heart. After my deskmate took a few breaths of cold air, I reached out and put my other foot on his lap as well. Let me go when it's hot.

I was greedy for his love and indulgence, and I was reluctant to add the electric blanket to the shopping cart.

My deskmate likes to hug me from behind after the night's distraction, rubbing his nose back and forth against my neck like a cat, and then imprinting one kiss after another on the back of my neck along the smoke scar.

His movements were very light, occasionally rubbing his lips against the slightly uneven old wound.

My tablemate sighed and said: "Wait a little longer, when I have money, I will hang gold, silver, and diamonds around your neck to block them all."

"Hahaha, you are so vulgar."

"Well, but I have nothing now, only this cheap sincerity, do you want it?"

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

Evidence Six:

My cat is very warm in winter, and my cat loves to act like a baby.