Bandage fine tricks

"A Tuo, Katyusha is just a cat..." The little black cat's lovelessness was so obvious that Gogol, who was on the sidelines, couldn't stand it anymore, and tried to intercede, "Even if she speaks everyday, she occasionally I can understand it, but programming can’t understand it..."

"No, you made a mistake, Katyusha can understand." Fyodor turned a page and replied, "She just wanted to coquettishly skip class because there were outsiders there today."

——It is a very common phenomenon. When there are guests at home, and this time is usually the time for children to practice with the piano in the living room. Under normal circumstances, parents who encounter this situation will almost choose to give their children a holiday to avoid Lose his piano practice time today.

Whether to make up after the guests leave is another matter.

Hachimao, who tried to skip class but failed, flinched depressingly, but was pulled out by the back of the neck by Fyodor.

Gogol: "..."

——No, A Tuo, I don't think a cat has such a high IQ.

Haven't realized that she is just fooling around with meowing!

If you believe she understands so much, then you should ask her to type the code!

Fyodor motioned for Gogol to look to the right, and the clown looked over suspiciously. In the small storage room that Fyodor used to put down or broke, he found something that seemed to be scratched or damaged by some sharp object. keyboard.

If you look closely, the mark looks like it was left by the claws of some ferocious beast...

... Could it be that Katyusha did it?

After today's programming class, the little black cat slipped away from Fyodor's hands with a whoosh, and the black figure disappeared from the server room without knowing where it was hiding.Fyodor was about to continue yesterday's unfinished code, but saw a hand holding a broken keyboard teleported over.

A moment later, a clown with silver hair and white clothes appeared in front of him, and put the broken keyboard in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Fyodor glanced at the keyboard, and recognized that it was the keyboard that Katyusha scratched and broke the bottom shaft five days ago, so he replaced it. Gogol brought it here to make What?

"A Tuo, did Katyusha break this?" Gogol asked tentatively.

Fyodor hummed: "She needs to sharpen her claws."

Isn't it normal for cats to grind their claws?

Especially for a top predator like Katyusha, her sharp claws are the best partner for her to protect herself and hunt targets. If Katyusha didn't have the habit of sharpening her claws, he would have a headache—fortunately, Katyusha's previous master did not get rid of her instinct at the same time.

Thinking of Katyusha's former owner, Fyodor felt inexplicably unhappy, but in front of Gogol, he hid his feelings well: "Katyusha is very smart and doesn't know how to sharpen her claws. , you don't have to worry about your clothes being used by her to sharpen her claws." She didn't like it either.

The words Fyodor swallowed.

Gogol: "..." Is this the key? !

"A Tuo, look carefully at the marks! Could this kind of marks be made by a cat's claws!"

"Katyusha's claws are so sharp."

Fyodor didn't see any problem.

On the day he met Katyusha, when he left the area where he was fighting with "Haiyan" and the others, he paid close attention to the surrounding area—there were traces of brown bear activity.

Most brown bears have the habit of hibernating, and they should have entered the warehouse to hibernate at this time, but a few stray bears will still wander outside in winter.Judging from the footprints, it seems that it smelled blood and came here, but after approaching a certain area, for some reason, the brown bear who smelled the smell suddenly turned around and left.

There were no traces of fighting, no traces of other animals passing by, and inexplicably turned around and left the area suddenly...

"Haiyan" and "Steel" will not drive away wild animals, and their residual supernatural aura will not affect the animal's perception-in the animal's perception, those are normal weather changes, there is no artificial, then, that What happened to the brown bear that came smelling of blood after the blizzard died down, but then left at a faster speed before approaching?

Fyodor set his sights on the little black cat that followed him step by step, sensing his gaze, the little black cat with thick fur that resisted the wind and snow raised its head and meowed, as if urging him to hurry to the town direction to go.

...that's the only explanation.

Gogol felt that the problem was huge, but he didn't know where to explain it.

There may be only one small problem that A Tuo didn't pay much attention to, so if there are more problems, A Tuo should notice it, right?

Thinking so, Gogol decided to start a 12-hour stalking activity a day, stalking the target: Katyusha.

Fyodor buried himself in the server room and began to fill in the code for the software that had built a rough framework, listening to the pinging, bang, bang, and screaming of angry cats outside from time to time.

Then within 3 minutes, Gogol will send his head into the server room:

"A Tuo, Katyusha knows how to use the bathroom! She can also press the flush button!" The silver-haired clown looked exaggeratedly terrified.

So the scream just now was the sound of being beaten out after following Katyusha into the bathroom... Fyodor thought to himself, his eyes were still focused on the screen, and he said: "Well, Katyusha is very smart, teach me once It will."

Is this a church problem? !The clown disappeared with his head aggrieved.

Fyodor began typing quietly on the keyboard.

There was bang bang pingling outside, accompanied by cats screaming.

The clown head reappears:

"A Tuo, Katyusha knows how to watch TV and doesn't allow me to tune the channel!" No cat can understand TV dramas!

Fyodor: "She just likes the face of the heroine and heroine of the TV series. If you find an actor with a more beautiful face, she will also watch the TV series."

It wasn't the first day he knew that Katyusha was a face-controller.

Gogol hesitated to speak, remained silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying what was in his heart: "...But, A Tuo, don't you think that Katyusha really doesn't look like a cat?"

Can watch TV, know how to use human tools, and have amazingly sharp claws... There are all kinds of magical abilities in the world of supernatural powers, so in this world, is there a kind of ability that can turn people into human beings? Cat's?

"It doesn't matter if Katyusha is not a cat. I don't like Katyusha just because she is a cat, and I won't dislike her just because she is not a cat." Fyodor still didn't take his eyes off the screen, Said lightly, "I don't care what is hidden under her fur."

It doesn't matter if it's a monster, a human, or just a cat whose brain has been developed so it's extraordinarily intelligent. OK.

The clown head disappeared again and never appeared again.

Fyodor spent half the night typing away codes quietly in the server room.

……wrong.

The black-haired boy stopped typing the code, and fixed his gaze on the time displayed on the screen: 10:[-]pm and [-] minutes.

Last time, I wanted to deceive Katyusha, so I set all the clocks in the house, including the computer, back by an hour and a half, and then I didn't adjust it back. In other words, it is actually 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Logically speaking, Katyusha should have come to urge him to go to bed two and a half hours ago. If she ignored her, she would grab the keyboard, pull out the wire, and turn off the switch—it depends on Katyusha. It depends on the mood—but it's already midnight the next day, and Katyusha hasn't come to him yet?

what happened?

Fyodor got up from the computer and opened the door to the server room—he did not lock it.

Although locking or not has little effect on Katyusha, she doesn't mind grinding her claws on the door at all...

Why didn't Katyusha come to call him?

Fyodor frowned, and walked along the corridor through the living room and the kitchen. It was very dark all the way, as if he had gone to bed and turned off the lights on weekdays.

Finally, he stopped by the guest room door.

The door of the guest room was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, and bright lights poured out from the gap, and he vaguely heard the clown's laughter coming from inside.

And meowing.

It's fun... playing a game?

Fyodor pushed open the door and saw Gogol sitting on the bed with his limbs separated—literally separated, his head resting on the pillow, his body floating in the air, his feet on the bed, and the little boy The black cat was using his body as a springboard, darting briskly and swiftly across the room, avoiding the left hand of the clown who was always around and trying to grab her, trying to snatch the rose held by the clown's right hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Gogol looked over, distracted, the little black cat sped up with a stride, quickly took the rose from the clown's right hand, and landed lightly on the head of the bed, biting it The rose branch was directly inserted into Gogol's head, and he meowed happily: "I win!"

"Oh, Ah Tuo, why are you here?" Gogol put his body back into place, and seeing his gaze fell on the little black cat, he quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll help you take care of Katyusha! Sure! Don't let her bother you!"

The little black cat shouted unconvinced: "Meow meow!"

Fyodor was silent for a while, then looked at the little black cat: "Katyusha, it's already the early morning of the next day."

The little black cat's eyes widened in an instant: "Meow!?" She forgot the time while playing games!

"Meow meow meow!"

The little black cat quickly jumped off Gogol's bed, ran to Fyodor's feet a few times, and kept meowing and urging him: Go to sleep!going to sleep!

"Then, good night." Fyodor nodded to Gogol, and closed the door behind him when he left.

Gogol was left in a daze:

It's only early in the morning so good night... Doesn't A Tuo usually close his eyes at four or five in the morning?

On the other side, Fyodor was lying on the bed, and the little black cat was very accustomed to forming a fur ball next to his pillow. If the lights were not bright enough, no one would be able to see where her head and tail were. .

Thinking of the little black cat on the carpet after waking up next to the pillow in the surveillance video, Fyodor stretched out his hand, trying to move the ball of fur into the quilt.

A fleshy claw protruded from the fur ball, pushing away the approaching hand: "Meow?" What are you doing?Don't sleep yet!

Fyodor did not speak, but gently pinched the pads of her paws with his fingers.

Typing the code for a long time made his fingers very cold. Little Hachimao opened his eyes and felt it with his meat pad, and found that it was really not her illusion: Fei Jia's hands were so cold.

She got up from where she was lying, walked to Fyodor's hand, lay down, pressed his hand under her stomach, and then closed her eyes: "Meow meow meow!" Well, I know you are cold , warm your hands, go to sleep!

The body temperature of cats is higher than that of humans, not to mention that as a long-haired cat, Xiaobamao makes people intuitively feel "this fur ball must be very warm" when they see it.

Fyodor knew this firsthand at this time.

He moved his hand, wanting to pull it out to touch Katyusha, but Katyusha saw through it first: the little fleshy paw held down the hand that was about to move, and the brown and green cat pupils opened, looking over majesticly, full of "Try to touch me and I'm going to run".

Fyodor: "...I'm going to turn off the lights."

Katyusha didn't move. She swung her big fluffy tail, which was well tucked around her body, to the desk lamp, and snapped the switch.

Lights went out.

The eyes couldn't see it, but the sense of touch in his hands told Fyodor that the big tail was retracted again, and it was conveniently plugged into the gap in the quilt.

He closed his eyes and felt his cold fingers gradually warm up.

"Good night, Katyusha."

"Meow." Good night, Fei Jia.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fyodor let himself slip into the abyss of sleep, and before falling asleep completely, a thought flashed through his mind:

Remember to find an excuse to drive Gogol away tomorrow.