[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Take responsibility, young man. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

My landlord, Mr. Tom Larkos, the manager of Little Bailing's Pet Shop, is a very kind and easy to deal with.

At the same time, he is also a very familiar person.

As I grew up, he was the only person around who didn't call me "Jerome" but just called me "Jimmy."

Even my father and mother never called me like that, and Elizabeth even went too far. Whenever she called me "brother", she used "obsessive-compulsive disorder".

I have no problem with the landlady calling me "Jimmy" so affectionately.

But he insisted on sending the little fox to my house again and again, and my opinion was very serious.

"It's a long night, you must have someone to accompany you." The landlady standing at the door of my room raised the little fox with both hands, trying to put it in my arms.

How can I make him happy, with my arms crossed on my chest, but I just don't accept it.

Lowering my head slightly, I happened to meet the eyes of the little fox looking over.The light in the corridor was a bit dim, but her green eyes were like small light bulbs, always shining brightly.

Mr. Landlord is still persevering.

So I smiled at the landlord: "You are right, the night is long... Why don't you come and accompany me, sir."

The landlord flinched immediately: "...then what, I'm really old..."

He must have immediately remembered where my nationality is, and his tone became hesitating.

Seeing that this threat is very effective, I decided never to tell him the fact that I am a woman.

After the threat was successful, I desperately suppressed the laughter in my throat, while the little fox pursed his lips in a place where the landlord could not see.

I saw it, and instantly understood why the fox is the epitome of cunning no matter which fable or fairy tale it is in.

Look at her, her smile is not a smile, her pointed face is matched with a curved mouth, her eyes are narrowed, like a smile, but it is impossible for her to understand our conversation.

The fox is indeed a very aura and interesting creature, I have seen it.

But this is not the reason why the landlord gave her to me.

I was about to open my mouth to reject Mr. Landlord with righteous words, when I saw the little fox suddenly trembled.

All I could see was a flash of red light in front of my eyes, and the little fox slid from the landlady's hand.

It is a bit high from the place where the landlord lifted it up to the ground, not to mention she is still injured.With quick eyes and quick hands, I immediately reached out and caught the little fox.

When I caught it, my hands were covered with fluff, and the warm body temperature from her body was also transmitted. Then I remembered that I directly hugged this naughty little fox with my hands.

By hand, directly.

Goosebumps of cleanliness domineeringly occupied my back.

I also used my hands directly when I showed the little fox the injury before, but that was different.After touching the little fox, I turned around and went to wash my hands, and rubbed my hands with shampoo several times.

Now of course I can leave the little fox behind and run to wash my hands.

I'm afraid that Mr. Landlord will take this opportunity to leave the fox and run away...he has already run away.

Unexpectedly, the little fox is so cunning, and the landlord won't give way.

very good……

I stared at the back of the landlady who kept turning and going downstairs, and deliberately threw the cunning little fox down the stairs towards his back, for fear of killing both human and fox at the same time.

When the landlady was about to go down to the first floor, he turned his head and smiled at me triumphantly, and shouted: "Thank you, Jimmy, then I will leave the little C to you!"

I suppressed my anger and asked him: "Who wants you to thank——who is Little C?"

The landlord pointed to my hand from the air, meaning the little fox on my hand: "You refused to name her, so I had to do it."

"If you have a good name, then you can take it home and raise it yourself!" I guess, at this moment, there must be a black and red burning flame background behind me.

I really want to burn the old bastard.

The landlady looked at me from a distance and laughed: "Take responsibility, young man."

I immediately pursed my lips.

When the landlord asked me to name the little fox, I directly refused him, telling him "I don't want to be responsible for any creature yet".

Now he puts the fox on me and tells me "take responsibility"...

What are your intentions!

You will never imagine how complicated my feelings for this little fox are.

I held her more nervously than holding a bomb.

In a trance, it seems that a huge army of bacteria is aggressively killing my skin on the beautiful and soft fur of the little fox, and maybe there is also a brigade of fleas in the dark that is eyeing my delicate skin and tender flesh.

Wait, where did the landlord say he picked up the little fox?Trash can?

My scalp went numb for a while.

Goosebumps spread from my back to my neck, and for a moment I felt my hair tremble.

Throwing the little fox to the ground regardless, I knocked open the door with my shoulder, kicked the little fox without giving it a chance to react, ran to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to rub the palms of my hands and the entire arm. I almost used up the bottle of shampoo.

Since I didn't dare to dry the water on my arms with a towel, I could only shake my arms wildly on the spot.The two arms were shaken four times 720 degrees before they were basically dried.

I looked in the mirror and found some water splashes on the glasses lenses, so I went to find the glasses case.

Passing the living room, I heard a sharp sound of "click, click".

No need to guess, it must be the little fox scratching the door.

If I don't care about her, the landlord will have to take over again.

So I made up my mind to ignore it, and just took a glasses cloth and sat on the sofa to wipe the lenses slowly.

The sound of scratching the door stopped after a while.

I was guessing that the little fox might have given up, but in the end, a small whimpering sound replaced the scratching of the door, and came through the crack of the door again.

At first it was just low and low, and then it became more and more faint, making people feel more distressed.

A question that is not very relevant but has stumped the people of the entire new century quickly flashed through my head-sthefoay?

The sound was like combing a British man's head with a comb. Although there were not many hairs left, it was not light or heavy, and it made people feel numb.

I couldn't help touching my hair.

My father's hairline is very healthy, even in his 60s, and I think I will too.

Putting the glasses back on the bridge of my nose again, I walked to the door and stroked the handle for a while before opening the door.

The whimpering disappeared instantly.

The little thing was standing not far from my toes, its hind legs curled up and sitting on the ground, the injured one of its two forelimbs was slightly bent, and its big tail was wrapped from behind to in front of its body.

The pointed chin looked up at me, and the light leaking from the room illuminated her green eyes, and also illuminated the white beard on both sides of her nose, which seemed to be transparent, shining brightly with her eyes.

She is accusing me.

Vaguely, I seemed to see tears glistening in her eyes, and the sense of guilt expanded infinitely in a limited space like a bed sheet wet by a child.

I stood behind the door and let the little fox in while suppressing my guilt.

She stood up slowly, each of the three intact paws moved a step, and the last foreleg that was still wrapped in gauze followed.

The big tail swayed behind her, looking pitiful.

I always remind myself that this is a cunning fox. I am an adult and cannot be deceived, but I have to pity her.

After entering my door, the little fox was very well-behaved and didn't run around. He just squatted on the spot and looked up at me, feeling like he was waiting for my next instruction.

What can I instruct her about...

Anyway it is...

"It's fine, little fox, you can't go to the table, the sofa, or the bed..." I caught a glimpse of the little fox staring at my chest from time to time, as if missing the moment when I was hugged just now, Quickly add a sentence, "You can't get involved in my Burning Life, Bai Xiaofei."

The little fox looked away unhappily, and gave a faint "tsk"...

Hmph, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it.

I thought that when I hugged the little fox before, my clothes touched her, so I went into the bedroom, took off my clothes and threw them on the floor, and turned around to find pajamas to change for a moment. When I turned around, the clump of little red hairs limped along with her. came in.

I was about to raise my face and educate her, but I saw her glance at the clothes I threw on the ground, then ran over in small steps, and jumped on it without hesitation. She lowered her head, shook her beard, and curled her fox tail. She, she, she... She just fell asleep like this!

my clothes!

I still have laundry to do!

I almost jumped up!

But I walked around her, stopped to stare at her, or knelt down to reach out to lift her, but I couldn't really touch her.

This little bastard!

She did it on purpose!

Knowing that I have serious cleanliness, she insisted on sleeping on my clothes in front of me!

Where's my broom?Where's my scalpel?My slippers... on my feet!

I took off my slippers immediately, and held them in my hands regardless of the dirty soles, and when I picked them up, there was a gust of wind.

Let me do her!

Of course my shoes did not swing down.

When she was about to meet the little fox, she suddenly lifted the eyelid of one eye lazily, and the reflection in the completely clear eyeballs showed me wearing pajamas and picking up slippers.

Facing such a violent me, she was not afraid at all, she still curled up and looked at me lazily with that eye.

At that glance, I was stunned for a moment.

I don't know whether to say she has a big heart, or look down on me?

Even if she doesn't open her eyes, it's impossible for me to really pull off the sole.

Out of anger, I threw away my slippers and squatted down to stare at her regardless of whether the floor was dirty or not.

The little guy saw me staring at her intently, the corners of his mouth curled up again, and he twisted his body sideways, revealing his white, furry belly.

The fox has a slender body and a pointed chin. Her posture is very graceful, really good-looking and... flirtatious.

I was fascinated by it for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I had already scratched her belly.

It must be nice to scratch her belly, and she closed her eyes again.

Repeat that sentence again, she is either big-hearted, or looks down on me...or trusts me?

I remembered what the landlord said.

If you want me to be responsible for this little guy, it's not impossible...

After a while, I thought she must have fallen asleep, so I stood up, trembling with numb legs, and went to the bathroom.

The remaining half bottle of shampoo was used up in the next hour.