[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Adopt a three-legged cat on a snowy night. 】

【Owner: Maureen Nightingale (amateur boxer)】

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath followed by another deep breath.

Heartbeat steady.

But the heart is ready for exercise.

The same goes for the chest cavity.

The lower abdomen tightened.

The state has been adjusted to the best.

His eyes stopped on the sandbag.

So Maureen started punching.

First punch.Second punch.The third punch.

……

The last three punches.Two final punches.Final punch.

Sweat slipped from the smooth forehead, from the black bangs, and from the smooth forearms.

Maureen remained unmoved.

All she had in her eyes was the crimson sandbag swaying in front of her.

Her goal is to beat the sandbag repeatedly and listen to the painful, dull "puff" sound it makes.

Until she smoothly swung the last punch of the sword three broken halberds to sink the sand.

The sandbag swayed violently, and Maureen gasped violently.

But Rosalia finally saw her smile.

The eyes with dark circles are slightly narrowed, and the corners of the habitually upturned mouth reveal a big and lovely arc.

Her face when she hit the sandbag was focused and powerful.

Her face when she wasn't punching the bag was charming and cute.

This girl who is the opposite of moving and quiet is as eye-catching as ever, and the men in the whole gym stopped and held their breath for her.

For a moment, Rosalia seemed to smell the high density of hormones in the whole gym.

From the moment Maureen got ready to hit the crimson sandbag, Rosalia noticed that her brother, who was lifting dumbbells not far away to exercise his arm strength, stopped.

A small dumbbell for arm strength is naturally not heavy, but it must be heavy to hold for a long time.

But her stupid brother just held the little dumbbells and watched Maureen hit her sandbag from start to finish.

Maureen stopped on the swinging sandbag and took a deep breath.

Rosalia clearly heard her brother also take a deep breath.Then he noticed that his arms were so sore from holding the dumbbell for a long time, so he quickly put the dumbbell back on the shelf.

Counseling or not.

Rosalia really wanted to roll her eyes.

For the sake of her crush, she couldn't help even if she wanted to.

Since Rosalia's brother Liam opened the gym five years ago, Rosalia, who frequents the gym, has seen all kinds of men and women in New York.

It's not like she hasn't seen girls who are more handsome than Maureen, and there are many girls who are sexier and more beautiful than Maureen.

But it's rare to see someone as beautiful, handsome and sexy as Maureen.

Lo and behold, once she puts on her gym-specific black tank top and leggings and pumps her fists for a few rounds of sweat, petite Maureen is so handsome that she can't see her usual gothic appearance without dressing up.

At this time, if Maureen raised her big blue eyes with sweat, she would feel unspeakably sexy.

It's sexy when it moves, and Goth when it's still.

What a contrast.

It's no wonder that Rosalia's brother Liam has been secretly in love with her for more than a year knowing that there is no hope.

If she hadn't already had a crush on her, and she was sure she wouldn't turn her back, Rosalia would definitely turn around and fall in love with Maureen without hesitation, and would even confess to Maureen before her timid brother, and then put She caught up.

It's just a pity, the person Rosalia has a crush on is really too perfect.

So perfect that although she knew that the chance of going to him was slim, the rational Rosalia still couldn't help liking him.

The moment she sighed, Rosalia suddenly felt someone staring at her.

This made her back feel cold, and then she started to break out in a cold sweat.

After waiting for a few seconds and feeling that her eyes hadn't moved away, Rosalia slowly turned her head, but she didn't see anyone.

But when she looked away, she saw a cat.

A ragdoll cat that looks very unhappy.

It looks much smaller than the average puppet cat, with fluffy hair curled up in a mixture of light coffee, dark coffee and milk colors, nestled tightly in the hood of Maureen's down jacket, hidden by the white fluff on the brim of the hat Himself, pouted while staring at Rosalia with gray blue eyes.

This expression, this posture, is simply an uncle meow.

But if Rosalia had to say it, although the cat looked fierce, it was inexplicably cute.

Rosalia: "...Little Nightingale."

Maureen responded, "What's wrong?"

Rosalia: "...the cat."

Maureen smiled: "That's my princely highness."

Rosalia thought she saw the cat's face visibly twitched, the tips of its ears quivered, and the beards on both sides twitched.

how to say……

It seems... more unhappy.

As Rosalia can see, the cat-turned Winter Soldier is now unhappy, very unhappy.

It’s okay to go out for a walk and be attacked by others for no reason and turn into a cat. It’s okay to turn into a cat with nowhere to go and be picked up and adopted. It’s okay for the person who adopted him to give him a stupid name... No, this one Can't let it go!

The name "Prince"... is simply stupid!

If His Majesty Elvis Presley of Wakanda (ankada) knows... he will be laughed at to death! ! !

The Winter Soldier took a deep breath.

Other issues can be put aside first, no matter.

He just wanted to ask a question:

Why can't his two arms become claws together? !

why? !

Don't you know that this will make it very difficult for him to resist the claws?

Thinking of this, he raised his right hand—the right forelimb, that is, the right paw, and with one paw, he slapped away the hand extended by the woman who adopted him.

He still had a conscience, knowing that this woman had saved his life, so instead of snapping out the sharp nails, he swung the woman away with soft flesh pads.

In fact, Dongmiao was almost pissed off by her.

It's best to sleep at home in such a cold day, who wants to come out to watch her hit the sandbag and release hormones?

Even if he is a cat now and has no human rights, what about cat rights?Woolen cloth!

Reach out!Stretch what stretch!

Maureen didn't know how rich her prince was, she continued to tease her prince.And Dongmiao continued to wave her hand away with one paw unhappily.

Little did they know, the more he patted Maureen's hand with his paw pads, the happier she was.

As an incurable cat slave cancer terminal patient, what Maureen likes most is the soft paw pads of cats.

Although the Uncle Meow she picked up has only three legs, as long as the pads still exist in the center of Uncle Meow's claws, she can donate her knees without hesitation and serve him like a cow or a horse.

After happily playing with Uncle Meow (single arrow) for a while, Maureen bent over happily after punching, and directly wrapped Uncle Meow in a down jacket and hugged the little peasant girl.

Maureen put the down jacket and Uncle Meow next to her cheeks at the same time, blinking cutely and asking, "Are you cute?"

Rosalia looked at Uncle Meow's unhappy face, and said from the bottom of her heart: "It's so cute."

Maureen said happily: "Yes, yes~"

"Is this from your boss' shop, or did you pick it up again?" Rosalia looked closer at Uncle Meow and asked casually at the same time.

Little Nightingale, a cat slave with advanced cancer, likes cats and likes to adopt cats. Anyone who knows her well knows that.

People who haven't seen her teasing cats on the street are not friends at all.

Maureen hugged Uncle Meow to her chest, supported Uncle Meow with her chest, freed one hand, and gently squeezed Uncle Meow's left arm: "Look."

Rosalia was a little confused.She looked down and saw Uncle Meow's left front paw, which was almost completely gone, and there seemed to be some small iron pieces on it.

She was a little stunned.

That's when her older brother Liam finally worked up the courage to come over.He glanced at Dongmeow, and immediately stopped his gaze on Maureen's face.

He smiled and said, "Little Nightingale, is it a three-legged cat this time? How pitiful..."

Dongmiao wrinkled her face imperceptibly, and shrank back into her hat.Even if he is a cat now, he doesn't like to be pitied by others.

Especially this kind of man who looks evil at first glance.

However, his owner really didn't pity him.

Maureen smiled and scratched Dongmiao's chin: "It's pitiful, but he didn't live to get pity from others. You should praise him for his tenacity first."

Liam scratched his head in embarrassment, and was pushed away by Rosalia.

Dongmiao was not in the mood to listen to what she refuted Liam.

He was being scratched by her to make him feel comfortable.

It's a shame.

But, but...it's really comfortable...scratch it down...

Although he didn't want to rationally, Uncle Meow stretched his body very honestly, showing his belly to Maureen.

Maureen scratched his belly, and the thin fingers that had been violently beaten to the sandbag just now began to lick the cat nimbly.

Rosalia couldn't help laughing: "How long have you been picking it up?"

Maureen tilted her head and thought for a while: "I picked it up on the night it snowed at the beginning of the month. It's been about half a month."

Rosalia showed a surprised expression: "Half a month? How can you adopt a cat for more than half a month without helping it find a new owner?"

"Oh, this..." Maureen smiled wryly, "This is a long story..."

Uncle Meow, who was enjoying stroking, squinted his eyes and couldn't help but let out a "mi".

His owner may not be used to keeping a stray cat for half a month, and he still doesn't help it find another owner.But Uncle Meow doesn't want to leave his dutiful owner just yet, at least not until he turns back into the old Winter Soldier.

——Uncle Miao will never admit it, he is reluctant to leave because this person is too good at stroking his hair.

Meow~ definitely not meow!