parasitic son

Pension stretched.

Fang Ziwei hugged it sleepily and rubbed it, then dragged her slippers into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, and Pension Jin jumped off the sofa and lay down in front of the bathroom door.Every time he heard the sound of water, he was worried that his cook would be drowned.When it was young and wandering, it accidentally fell into the small river in the city and almost died, which made it extremely sensitive to the sound of water.

Its cook, Fang Ziwei, always puts herself in danger with indifference, and her pension has always been worrying.Fang Ziwei is its loyal chef and masseur. If something happens to her, who will serve her delicious food, and who will clean up her excrement?It is impossible for a servant not to cherish himself!

For this reason, every time Fang Ziwei entered the bathroom, the pension would guard the door and monitor her every move in case something happened to her.It didn't know that Fang Ziwei had already taken a photo of it peeping outside the toilet, and posted it on Weibo and other social platforms with the title "Cute cat peeping at mother's bath" and spread it widely, and won a lot of likes .

After a while, Fang Ziwei walked out refreshed.She turned on the microwave and took out the hot buns.At the dining table, she poured herself hot orange juice, and swiped her phone while biting a bun.

"What! That cat in An Yuan's family has more than 7000 votes!" Fang Ziwei almost spit out the meat in his mouth after seeing it, "This is too outrageous!!"

She stared at the photo of Mr. Cat in amazement for a while, and the number of tickets for this cat was still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although Mr. Cat is indeed very cute, it seems outrageous that this kind of pet competition with little attention can have such a number of votes.

Swiping votes, this must be swiping votes.Fang Ziwei thought to herself, she didn't expect her best friend An Yuan to be so competitive, but after thinking about it, it might be that her CEO husband Yan An bought the navy to please his wife.Well, it sure is.Hey, I really didn't expect to be stuffed with dog food early in the morning to show affection.

Fang Ziwei sighed, and swiped off her phone to check the number of votes for her dear cat son's pension.

Pensions: 36 votes.

This kind of votes is the real traffic of this rubbish competition!Fang Ziwei shouted inwardly.She refreshed it unwillingly, and it was still 36 votes, no change.

She pulled it up and scanned the overall competition. Surprisingly, Mr. Cat, who currently has more than 7000 votes, is not the champion. It has two strong competitors.One is Pok, a brightly colored lizard, and the other is Gilgamesh, a milk-brown little hamster.At present, the vote growth of No. 1 Lizard Polk is obviously slowing down. Mr. Cat is about to surpass Lizard Polk, while the little hamster Gilgamesh is clinging to the back and exerting strength. His vote growth is no less than that of cats. gentlemen.If nothing else, the champion will be born among Lizard Pork, Mr. Cat, and little hamster Gilgamesh.

Jean Valjean, the odd-looking dog who led the way at the beginning, has been left behind. The dog now has just over 3000 votes, and although he is trying to catch up, it still looks too far behind.

This is the krypton gold game water army battle.Fang Ziwei swiped a few more times.She looked up at the pension next to her, and comforted it, "It's not that our family's pension is not cute, but that those people are too disrespectful of martial arts."

She put the cups and plates into the sink, packed up her makeup in the bathroom, picked up her bag and went to work.

Bang, the door was shut.

The pension squatted in front of the door, listening to the footsteps of its cook Fang Ziwei gradually going away.

After squatting for 10 minutes, Pension stood up again and walked soundlessly across the room.It came to the balcony, which had screens in addition to the glass windows, but that didn't bother the pension.It has long learned how to open windows, and during Fang Ziwei's work, leaving its castle to patrol outside has always been one of its daily activities.

It knows that the poor cook keeps the windows and doors shut for the safety of its owner, but how can this kind of thing stop it.Pension moved the screen a crack and squeezed himself out.

The sun outside is very good, making it warm all over, and it has an urge to lie down and roll over, but it can't do it now, because it has something to do.The pension jumped to the roof downstairs.It likes to walk on high places, and it can have a panoramic view of all kinds of situations when looking down.Some upright Twolegs would always bring annoying dogs with them when they went out. When the group of idiots saw the cat, they howled and rushed forward as if they had lost their souls, regardless of the rope around their necks.Pensions annoy this situation the most.Walking on the roof is different, it can look down on the upright twolegs that go by, and the restless stupid dogs are only fit for the ground.And those horrible metal boxes that move around don't affect its life either.Those flying metal boxes kill cats, and Pension knows it well, having seen his first friend, a tiny cowcat, crushed to pancakes by the metal box on wheels.

Every day in this city, cats are crushed to death by this fast-moving metal box.Pensions are not sad or angry about this, because this is the law of the city.Just like there are countless two-legged beasts in this city, just like the sky sometimes drops water and sometimes the sky is clear.The cat-killing metal box is the best shelter for homeless cats when they are not moving and sleeping.It will provide cats with a warm hiding place from the wind and rain, and it will turn around and take the cat's life in a blink of an eye.Just like this noisy city, sweet happiness coexists with hidden dangers.

It continued along the roof, and the winter air was crisp and cold, and some pigeons fluttered from a distance.These pigeons are stupid, and the Pension thinks maybe they are a little bit more stupid than stupid dogs.They often come in groups to steal food from the cats in the park.It is said that the cat in the park, the big claw, once caught a pigeon and ate it, but no one saw how the big claw caught it.Just like there are also legends that the claw boss once beat up a German Shepherd, which scared the German Shepherd away, but no one has ever witnessed it.For cats, the Claw Boss is a legend in itself.

It jumped off the roof and moved along the fence.After a while, it smelled the warm, primordial scent of its kind.

A group of cats are gathering in the park.Several of its familiar partners have arrived, and they are idly lying on the ground and licking their fur.

Pension jumped off the fence, and he saw one of the beautiful and petite female cats at a glance. It was called Yoko.Pension Gold breathed in the warm and sweet smell from the female cat, and it couldn't help but want to step forward and take a sniff.But the next moment, a raccoon cat next to Yoko let out a threatening cry.The pungent attacking smell on the raccoon tom made him terrified, and he immediately laid down obediently on the ground, revealing his belly.

Yoko twisted her body away in disdain, turned and left.The male civet cat quickly followed it.Pension looked at them with some dismay.Since half a year ago, its body has undergone a change. It no longer becomes impulsive and aggressive when it smells the female cat like before, and it no longer howls every night because of its inner desire.The primitive instinct rooted in the body seemed to disappear after going to a white room to sleep on a certain day.Its desire for the beautiful female cat is not as strong as before. Could it be because of growing up?After the initial discomfort, the pension accepted the changes in its own body as calmly as it had accepted the departure and death of its siblings.

The cats let out a low purr, and some cats just rolled on the ground.The pension quickly followed suit.A majestic and vigorous black cat stepped out of the bushes.His name was Clawthorn, and he was the boss of all the cats in this part of the world.

Facing the boss, the cats all collapsed to express their respect.

Claw looked majestically at the group of cats in front of him, and then began the speech of this meeting. Today's topic is those cats in clothes again.

Without knowing where to start, the cats in this city noticed that there was a different kind of cat in the city.They and they are very different despite their outward resemblance.They wear clothes, they have constant bonds with each other, and they can even communicate with Twolegs.Well, not the kind of communication where Twolegs cook or clean up their excrement, but a much more advanced and complex kind of communication.It's hard to explain.But pensions are already feeling it.Not long ago, it had seen such a cat when it lived in the home of another cook, An Yuan.

That cat is called Mr. Cat.

From the first meeting, the pension felt that Mr. Cat was different from it.It's not just that it subconsciously feels it's overwhelmingly powerful, it's something more complicated.Mr. Cat is able to communicate with the family's son, and he speaks the language of Twolegs.It's not a simple request for food and a need for petting, it's a more subtle and intelligent communication.For example, if Mr. Cat wants to eat smoked bacon, the son of the family will never give him junk cat food.Pensions don't understand what that means.And now, the cat's boss Claw said, this means that they are more advanced.

The word advanced is also very ambiguous in the semantics of cats.It could mean that the cat is stronger and quicker or that the cat is more attractive, and now in the mouth of the boss, the word undoubtedly has a new meaning, adding a scent that makes the heart yearn for.

Big Claw calls this cat that wears clothes and can talk to Twolegs a premium cat.

"I noticed that a few senior cats are having a party," said Claw. "This may be our chance."

A cat asks, "What chance?"

"We can ask to join them," said Talon, "so maybe we can become advanced too."

"What's the use of advanced?" asked the cat.

Claw said calmly: "Of course it is useful. For example..." The always strong Claw suddenly fell silent, and it seemed that it didn't know how to describe the benefits of becoming advanced.

Pension yells: "Senior means being able to dictate to Twoleg what kind of cat food we want!"

So the cats meowed in agreement and joy.

Another cat asked: "That party, is Miss Bao Qingtian there?"

The claws gave off the breath of her presence.

The cats meowed in agreement again.In fact, they are not very interested in being advanced, but many male cats are very interested in that beautiful black cat, Miss Bao Qingtian.Miss Bao Qingtian is like the goddess of the night, her figure is so fit, her breath is so charming, and she is so elegant.All the toms agree if they can get close to her.The female cats agreed because it was the decision of the claws. In their simple cognition, the powerful claws were always correct.

So the cats set off, and they jumped from the roofs and walked on the fences following the claws.They are the sprites of the city's unfettered freedom, and they now aspire to be more advanced.

Walk the streets, walk across the grass, jump over the railings.They walked into a community.

In front of a villa, Claw jumped to the ledge.Inside the villa, several cats in clothes are having a meeting.

Claw said, "Now, let us raise our voices and ask them to accept us!"

The cats immediately began to yell in unison.

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Elters Chamber of Commerce Headquarters

A white cat in a tuxedo sits at the table. It is the representative of the Alt Chamber of Commerce in this city. Its name is Fang Deyong. "Now the vote is deadlocked. Mr. Cat's vote is tied with Gilgamesh's vote."

An elegant black cat, Miss Bao Qingtian said: "Of course we want Mr. Cat to win. Not only because it is a member of the Eye of Supervisors, but also because it is an Elt, the pride of my clan."

A three-colored cat nodded and said: "That's right, as an Elt, how can you lose to a mere hamster!! The safety committee did it on purpose, they want to humiliate us! Damn legion!!"

Bao Qingtian said: "So we have to win. Now we can only mobilize all the connections we can mobilize, including the locals."

"But there are regulations, we can't canvass votes for local people."

"If the local people actively want to vote, it has nothing to do with us." Ms. Bao Qingtian said, "I gave Mr. Cat's photo postcard as a gift in a Homo sapiens store I know, and the voting address is attached on it. This is just a gift postcards, even if the locals vote, it has nothing to do with us.”

"This is a good way. But this kind of side-balling is likely to be sniped by the safety committee. We can think of something safer..." Fang Deyong, the white cat, frowned, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

"A group of local aboriginal cats that haven't evolved are crying and howling outside." Sanhuamao said.

"Tsk, it's in heat." Another tabby cat said, "It sounds like it's courting Miss Bao Qingtian. It's such a shame for primitive people who haven't evolved."

Fang Deyong, the white cat, stood up and shouted, "Get rid of all these shameless things!!"

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In the past two days, Xiao Zhen has been rushing to catch up with his winter vacation homework at the speed of life and death, completely deaf to what is going on outside the window.

Although An Yuan had previously sent him a link to the pet competition, he just clicked on it and closed it, not taking it seriously.To this day, he has no idea that this game has set off a wave in the local alien circle.Due to the accumulation of too much homework, he didn't notice Captain Madara's sighing appearance.

This day, while he was doing his homework, he answered Liu Xingquan's phone call to answer some precautions about the planet's ranch.

After chatting for a few words, Liu Xingquan asked, "Is your cat playing?"

"It seems to be the case."

"I think the competition is so fierce now." Liu Xingquan said, "Let me vote for Mr. Cat."

"Oh, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaozhen opened the webpage, and after looking at it, he was surprised: "Mr. Cat has 8135 votes?" He looked up and saw Captain Madara squatting on the bookshelf with a gloomy face, "Look, Mr. Cat has 8000 votes." Too many votes!!"

Captain Madara said angrily: "I only have 8 votes!! 8 votes! Doesn't anyone care about me??"