[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, but afraid of cockroaches crawling over the earth. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

I, Jerome Ledford, have just graduated as a dentist and am currently away from home.

Moving into a new rented house, I'm busy.

I'm busy converting my rented third floor into my dentist's office.

Not only is this a time-consuming and labor-intensive job, it also seriously requires large sums of money.

This was a serious problem when I first arrived in New York with no attachments, no job, no support, and my sex was frozen by my father in London.

Fortunately, before my father froze my account, I had already booked the equipment for my clinic.

Fortunately, when my father died in name only, I had a younger sister.

Elizabeth Ledford, my unreliable housewife sister most of the time, finally got it right when my brother was on the brink of bankruptcy all the time.

"ah? 』Elizabeth’s voice crossed the Atlantic Ocean, and when the phone came out, there was a strong sense of impatience for interrupted sleep, 『Brother, are you going bankrupt? 』

"It's on the verge of bankruptcy." I corrected Elizabeth seriously.

"Do you need me to send you money? ”Elizabeth said casually, “Recently, there are quite a lot of people taking care of me. 』

Don't get me wrong, my sister's main job is a female anchor who runs a live broadcast room, her job is legal, and her income is legal.

Because she has a baby face that will not grow old, as long as she is cute in the live broadcast room, it will be considered as "how to lick clean the yogurt bottle cap without feeling in half a second" and "how can a single girl unscrew it effortlessly?" Boring live broadcast content such as opening the bottle cap of mineral water can also be watched by countless people every day.

"No," I replied, "I need you to help me hack the bank where I opened my account and transfer all the money in my father's frozen account to a new card of mine."

"This is a crime," Elizabeth said lazily, "As a brother, are you going to instigate your good sister like this?" 』

"What good sister? It's not a crime for you to carry a gun with you?" I sneered, "That palm/heart/thunder was definitely not obtained legally, right? And your mysterious gray pigeon Partner, right?"

Elizabeth, who did not graduate from high school, has long since learned badly.Although I don't know what her side job is, at least I can guess that it is not a serious job.

At one point I even glimpsed her laptop screen displaying the UK mi5 data backend.

When I was with her, I was always worried that a handsome guy in a black suit would come in front of me, took out a gun and said with a smile that his code name was Ms. 007, you are so beautiful, can we have dinner together.

Speaking of which, my younger sister, who behaves quite nerdy, is very similar to the princess Sissi who has the same name as her in history, and she is also very rebellious.

Moreover, she is a decent and decent rotten countryman-as a woman, she likes women.

"...I'm afraid of you," Elizabeth sighed, "wait for me for ten minutes. 』

"Does it take that long? You're regressing."

Elizabeth snorted, "It takes me five minutes to pull out my laptop, and another five minutes to get out of bed." 』Then she hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I raise my left wrist, the minute hand is pointing at 12, and I will check my account when it is below 2.

Then I lowered my head, and the red-haired little fox just rolled around at my feet, and its fluffy belly flashed past.

Desperately suppressing the urge to go up and scratch it, I stepped over the little fox and walked to the balcony.

Put on the rabbit ear apron provided by the landlord that was aired last night, wrap your head with a square scarf, and cover your mouth with a mask, pick up the broom, and start cleaning.

Don't ask me why I have to clean today after I cleaned it three times yesterday, clean it at least three times a day, this is my life commandment.

That's another reason why I'm a little hectic these days.

The first time I swept it down, the dust didn't rise, and a piece of red hair had already flown up.

My eyes slanted, and the knife had already flew towards the little fox who was still rolling on the ground.This little guy recovered very quickly from his injuries. As soon as the scabs formed, he started running around all over the ground, and even the red hair on her body fell all over the ground.

Sometimes when I sit on the sofa and take a deep breath, I feel red hairs tickling the tip of my nose.

In just a few days, I have used up three bottles of shampoo.

When I bought my fourth bottle of shampoo from the convenience store across the street, my landlady took a worried look at my belly.

"Young man, the shampoo is very fragrant, but you can't drink it..." He said earnestly.

I don't care about him.

And the lady fox who caused me to use up three bottles of shampoo has seriously affected my life.

It's not like a financial problem caused by my father freezing my penis, which can be resolved by getting someone to help.

The solution to this impact is obviously downstairs, but that bastard refuses to help - correct, refuses to take responsibility!

"Oh, look at how little C kisses you very much, so you can continue to keep it," said the landlady, smiling and touching the little fox's head, "You can take care of her injuries, and you are a good match when you are with her .”

"..."

It matches your size, I am a big man at the most energetic age, why should I match up with a fox who always winks at me?

I took the broom and drove the little fox into the bathroom, and then continued to sweep the floor.

While scanning, while emptying the brain.

After the clinic opened, I didn't plan to recruit staff for the first one or two years.

A novice dentist like me can only recruit novice assistants, and there will not be many customers. After all, my shop is opened on a street that is not prosperous in Manhattan.

It was hard to find, and there was a pet shop downstairs.

If it weren't for the cheap price given by the landlord and the rented room is big enough, I wouldn't have rented this place despite the animal hair flying around every day.

Thinking about it, I swung the broom horizontally, put the tip of the broom between the cabinets, and swiped hard, bringing out some dust and some black bugs.

I looked at the black bug that fell from the broom head and quickly crawled away on the ground, and was silent for three seconds.

His throat groaned uncontrollably.

As the speaker, I have to admit that this voice is extremely miserable and frightening, it can be called lingering echoes.

It just doesn't sound good.

The sound of howling not only attracted more bugs, but even the little fox in the bathroom ran out—when did she learn to open the door?

I didn't have time to pay attention to when she learned to open the door. I didn't expect her to come out, so I stared down at her.

And she raised her head and looked straight at me.

The little fox can't speak, but I can see the deep contempt in her eyes.

The landlady obviously heard my screams too, and ran up after half a minute's delay.

After coming up, before he had time to take a good breath, he was taken aback.

"...Jimmy," said the landlady.

"...why." I replied.

"What are you doing on the sofa?"

"...God, haven't you seen it?"

"Does God still have to hold a broom?"

"..."

After looking at me for a few seconds, the landlord suddenly realized: "Oh... Could it be that God invited you to clean the garden of heaven?"

"……go away."

The landlord looked at the little fox, reached out to pick her up, stroked her little head and said with a smile: "My dear little C, your good master is going to heaven, do you want to go with him?"

The little fox rolled its green eyes and turned to me with a smile.

I put down the broom expressionlessly and pushed my glasses.

"Come on, what's the matter?" The landlord smiled, "Why don't you come down first and talk about it later?"

I was silent for a few seconds, glanced a few times, and realized that the enemy on the ground had disappeared, and the crisis on the ground was temporarily in contact, so I put the broom on the ground and slowly got off the sofa.

Just as one of my feet touched the ground, another small black worm emerged from behind the cabinet, and the foot I just put down came up again.

Mr. Landlord: "...cockroaches can't eat you, Jimmy."

Me: "But it can disgust me to death!"

"A man from a rotten country..." The landlord made a very regionally discriminatory remark. He replaced the broom in my hand with the little fox in his hand, swung it round, and patted the black bug that was still crawling on the ground. .

As we all know, this disgusting bug is so tenacious in life that it won't die if you slap it.But sometimes two shots, three shots, four shots, and five shots can't kill it.

And I stood on the sofa and watched the landlord fight with the cockroaches with a broom.

The defeated bug was still crawling with his damaged stomach, as if his stomach didn't hurt at all.I feel like my stomach is going to rot too.

"Look at the look of 'I'm very cold' all day long, I didn't expect you to be afraid of cockroaches." The landlord sighed.

"..." In fact, I am not only afraid of cockroaches, but of course I can't tell the truth, so I answered him very calmly, "I am not afraid of the sky or the earth, but I am afraid of cockroaches crawling across the earth."

Landlord: "..."

Swept by the fluffy touch on my hand, I looked down and saw the big red tail curling around my wrist, and then realized that I was holding the little fox with bare hands and nothing on.

Probably the black bug gave me a greater impact, and I didn't feel disgusted or uncomfortable with the little fox's intimate behavior.

But it was only for a moment, the next second I wanted to throw her to the ground.

But this behavior is too ungentlemanly for a lady-Ms. Fox, and I have thrown her once before, and I really can't bear to let go.

Thinking about it again, she will use her little paws to step on the ground where the cockroaches crawled, and then touch me...

I'll just keep holding her up.

Mr. Landlord finally killed that disgusting little pity.He leaned on the broom and pondered: "Well... the appearance of one usually indicates that there is another litter... It's not surprising, my family runs a pet shop, so it's easy to recruit this..."

I almost rolled my eyes: "Stop talking..."

Life Tips.

Don't rent cheap houses casually.

Don't just rent a house with a pet shop downstairs.

Clean freaks should pay special attention!