2. Cats and cats

2. Cats and cats

Cat!

Unique: Love has millions of expressions

A handsome man was picked up at the door of the mental hospital, who firmly believed he was a cat, hugged, pasted and pulled my bathroom door in the shower.

Pitiful cry, “Lord, let me in.”

The cat’s afraid of water. He’s afraid I’ll drown.

Later, I accidentally saw a video coming out of the Internet that was taken by President Pei when he was at a charity party.

In low-profile luxurious cars, the men in black shirts were graceful, held between their sleeves and took a careless look at the lens.

There was an exciting scream in the video.

Men look exactly like my cat.

I’m in a mood when I look on the screen like a flower, and I look at the man with the squirm tits and the cream cake in my hand.

He thought I was mad that I had been stolen because of the cream cake, blinked innocently and licked my hand.

“I was wrong.” I’m sorry.

Next time you dare.

One.

By the door of a mental hospital, I saw a dirty man on the corner hunting with a stray cat.

This is the old city, where the gray bricks on the corner of the street are not very flat, and the bushy yellows that grow in the cracks, which sway with the cold wind.

There was a bakery not far away, and the shopkeepers were kind enough to to tore the bread off and put it in the corner with a cardboard mat.

A group of dozens of stray cats gathered in the corner fighting for new bread to be put on it, and from time to time a few loudspeaks, low or high.

The man was dressed in a thin, similar medical dress, which was dirty and black, as was his face, with a long hair, and he was smitten on his head.

He was long and thin, he had no shoes, he had a cold and white ankle outside, and he saw me twitching.

In the early winter, the weather is getting colder and the cities of the South are not snowing, but the cold cold winds are so cold that they drill into their clothes in all directions, stinging people’s skin.

I looked at the cats and the men, and I was careful to approach them, and I took a picture from my phone.

They did not notice that I had gathered more and more stray cats and that it had reached the white-hot phase of the food-grabbing, with an orange cat, a little larger in size, threatening to shout at men.

The man yelled back, and he gave the orange cat a two-bit, scared him off.

He ate with the biggest bread, and the rest of the stray cats didn’t dare to come near him, in the presence of the head of the group.

Then he found me.

And he looked up and looked at me with a sharp eye, and that moment was really like a cat, but it wasn’t like the ones he was with, it was like a big beast, it was like the next second he was going to come up and bite the throat of the invader.

And he whineed towards me in warning.

But the sound was too good, and the sound was so thin, and the strangeness contrasted with his cold and cruel eyes.

I didn’t dare to get too close and turn around with pictures to the next mental hospital.

Two.

“You have a patient running out. I am a good reminder.

“Where?” I’m sorry.

I showed him the photo: “It’s not far from the corner by the door.” I’m sorry.

He looked at the photos several times and relaxed and sat next to the sun.

“Hey, little girl. This man is not from our compound, he was there a few days ago, and our staff thought he was running out of the yard, and they brought him back to check and found out that he was not. Looks like he’s acting a little weird, like he’s a stray cat or something, and he’s been tested, and there’s no mental illness.

“Well, a normal person, we can’t stay in a mental institution, so we put him back in place. A There are many homeless people in the city, and there are able-bodied people who do not work and who cannot be blamed for living on the streets. Little girl, don’t worry about this. I’m sorry.

I walked out of doubt, unwittingly, and went to the vicinity.

The bread on the cardboard had been taken clean, leaving a few stray cats standing together to keep warm. Men are standing side by side, all alone against the wall, and it’s pathetic.

I still feel like he’s out of his mind, and it’s probably something else.

Reason tells me to stay out of business, but I remember when I was a kid, when my father lost money in gambling, and the family couldn’t open up the pot, and they preferred my sister, who left me on the street a long way from home to save food.

It was a cold winter, and I was a little girl and I was on the street for days.

When you’re under the umbrella, you can’t stand by when you see the same scene.

3

I watched him for some time, confirming that the men were stable, that they had gone to the shop to buy a weapon to defend themselves, that they had bought a chicken leg by the fried chicken shop, that the sun had turned dark when they returned to their places of origin, and that the light had come up early.

Someone should be with me, and I thought about it, and I didn’t have that many friends in this city, so I got to get on my guard and get closer to him.

Men are sharper than the real cats around them, and they notice my approach, frowning, and snorting towards me.

But as soon as I got close, he moved back.

In the end, he retreated to the corner of the wall and was unable to continue to retreat, gruesomely squeezing the horns of his clothes, trying to holler, trying to scare me away.

I did get scared. After all, he was a grown man, and I held my defensive weapon in secret and took out hot fried chicken legs.

He probably thought I was going to grab him with something, and he got angry, and the cat jumped out of the wall, and he jumped.

I wasn’t steady, he fell on the ground, and I was blindfolded, and I shoved my scented chicken leg into his mouth.

Man.

And while I was working on it, I reached out with care and taste, touched his chin, saw him not to be ostracized and scratched a few times.

The grandmother who picked me up had a little sparrow cat, and I was familiar with cat habits. I don’t know how crazy this man is to be scratched like a real cat.

Unsurprisingly, it’s cold but delicate.

Men relax their bodies, their eyes dazzle and their eyes split apart.

It worked. I guess it’s a psychological endorsement that makes him think he’s a cat or a cat and that he should be comfortable scratching his chin.

I took advantage of the rope to tie his hand, and the man came back and struggled, and I opened my mouth to bite my hand, and I grabbed his chin and looked at him as he was still violent, but his body leaned on me unconsciously.

I was relieved to finally tie his hand and put a thick mask on him.

4

On the way home, I started to regret it.

I was alone in a strange city, renting a two-room room some distance from the city centre, with no relatives or friends around, and single women living alone were dangerous enough. I also picked up a retarded man.

I spat upon my mother and took him home. Human suffering is everywhere, even if you don’t see it, and you can’t be indifferent.

Fortunately, I also have an empty second bedroom, which is used to pile groceries, and which is now in use, and which I put in.

The men were hollering all the way, and I was afraid to untie the ropes on his hands and then shut the door quickly.

I heard him walking around restless.

It didn’t break anything, I’m relieved.

The following day, I called the Civil Affairs and Public Security Directorates and came to a number of staff to investigate and confirm that the man was not a local person and that it would take some time to find his family.

By the way, they were able to apply for a bed for the most recent station, which could be released in a few days.

I only wanted to keep him for one night, but I couldn’t find my family, and I couldn’t throw people back on the street. No choice but to stay for a few more days until the application for a rescue station is approved.

He didn’t eat last night or this morning, I don’t know what he ate, ran back to the bakery around the corner and bought a bag of bread, saw the stray cats in the corner and contacted the stray cat and dog rescue agency.

The agency came in quick, drove a van, professionally and quickly caught a bunch of cats, a cat in a cage, ready to pull away, and the person in charge threw up at me, “You’re right, girl. The more stray cats can’t feed, the more they can feed, the more they can kill if one of them has rabies and no one can run. I’m sorry.

Listen to me. I forgot to check if the man was scratched by a stray cat.

I came home with a bag of bread, I had a headache, he was mean, I didn’t know how to check.

5

I went home, I looked for no one, and I found it in the closet.

When I opened the closet door, his pupils soared, staring at me, and he was violent.

I took the bread out of my hand.

Soft and sweet creamy bread with a sweet smell.

Men calm down, staring at bread, looking at me again, not moving.

Might want me to put the food down and walk away, like those bakers before me, and leave a distance that makes each other feel safe.

But I didn’t do what he wanted. I took a stool and sat by it, and I took bread and waited for him to come.

His dark eyes, staring at the bread, staring at me, not moving.

I’m not moving. We’re stuck.

In the end, he made a compromise and carefully moved forward and looked at me, and found that I didn’t react, leaned over, bit the bread and ate it in my hand.

Even if his face is dirty, the fineness of the men is clear, the hair of the micro-brown, the long lashes, the eyes of the twilight, the eyes of my eyes.

Focus on the eyes and stare at me.

I was somewhat tense until he ate half, and left behind the bread in his hand.

Repeatedly, at least to show me I’m no longer angry.

I’d like to check if he has any scratches, then I’ll give him another bath, and I’ll take the men to several baths, and no one will take him in dirty.

I don’t know what to do, turn around, find someone missing, find a circle, see him fighting with this piece of stray cat head.

First he was beaten unilaterally, then he fought back and beat the stray cat to death.

Men are familiar with me, they are not afraid to see me come, they look up, they seem proud.

I looked at the scratches on his hands and he was bleeding.

And he didn’t approach him as cautiously as he did before, he grabbed his hand, looked at the blood marks on his arm, and said, “Oh, you’ll be a nearby cat head if you don’t watch?” I’m sorry.

Six.

I dragged him home angry and passed the pharmacy and bought an iodine bottle.

Go home, drag a man to the sink, wait until the water from the sink reaches the right temperature, and I drag his hand into the current.

Men suddenly struggled so hard that they were afraid that they would magnify their pupils that if he hadn’t been a real cat, the hair would have blown up.

He seemed scared of the water, watched the washroom, tried to escape, but I grabbed his hand.

Actually, I didn’t use a lot of energy.

He’s been a good boy ever since I was born, and I’ve been down for a long time.

I’m wearing the expression “so angry” and he struggles, but he’s just too gentle than he was the other day.

I took the new slippers and went, “Boom! Bang! “I took two shots of the wash pool, and I was very strong, but my voice was soft and not very violent.

I’m trying to make a sound: “No more noise, no more bread, no more cream.” I’m sorry.

I found him particularly fond of sweets, especially butter.

It was not clear whether the slippers were too scary for the cat or not to give cream, and he was ready to run away and get into the closet, but he had to let me wash my wounds.

I was on iodized volts, I carefully washed his blood and washed his hands.

It became clear that he had a very good-looking hand, a well-established, delicate hand, a pair of three-point moonlight that would not be overshadowed.

These hands suddenly, in turn, held my hand.

When I looked up, he made himself weak, looked at me with his beautiful eyes, and begged, “Okay, okay? I’m sorry.

So he can talk.

The wound was washed out, but tomorrow he’ll have to go for rabies.

I haven’t had much contact with boys, but I’m a little shy and nervous, but I think I’m going to go for a vaccination tomorrow, and I’m unconsciously stomping.

“No good.” I’m done washing my hands. I’m not done bathing. Take off your clothes. I’ll get you warm water. I’m sorry.

7

I’m sure he can understand people, but I’ll try to warm the water, put the clothes that he bought, and he’ll stay put.

I couldn’t help but look at the flower pots at my feet and look at the clouds outside the window.

Although he is still so much above me and full of oppression, I unwittingly set aside his vigilance.

I took the flower pot, turned the window off, turned his head over, looked at his eyes and said, “Go take a bath.” I’m sorry.

He still looks like he doesn’t know what to say and looks innocent.

At the bottom of his feet, he retreated as if he was ready to flee.

I knew him very well, and now I know in one look which direction he wants to go, and I’m going to drag people into the bathroom before he moves, and I’m going to be very patient to explain to him the location of things.

And then when I saw his clearly disobedient obstinate obstinate eyes, I softened my voice and seduced him: “I bathed, and I took you to buy my favorite cream cake.” Remember how to wash it? Take off your clothes, squeeze around so many baths, and then…”

The lower the voice, the more shamed.

But the man stood before me, and looked at me with his head down, and I looked up to him without notice.

Little Dan Feng’s eyes look narrow and perfect, taller than one of my heads, and the light in the bathroom is dark, and it’s coming from the ceiling behind him, and it’s glittering in his tiny hair.

But his eyebrow is in the shadows, and occasionally he does not seem retarded for a moment, and suddenly he loses his reach.

The more I look in front of men, the more I feel ashamed, the more my face is red, the more I think of it, the more I do, the more I do, the more I look at my face, and the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at you, the more I look at it, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at you, the more I look at my face, the more I look at my face, the more I look at you, and I look at my face, and I look at my face, and I look at it, and I look at you, and I look at you, and I’m like I look at you, and I’m, and I’m like I’m like I’m just I’m sorry.

8

And when I had finished, opened the flowers, and I went out, ready to close the door, and I saw him standing behind me.

I heard him get wet and learn the cat’s low-roaring threat, but it didn’t work, and his voice grew weaker and began to suffocate.

Listen pathetic.

I couldn’t bear to wait for some time to open the door and re-enter it, and then I saw that the fool was in the farthest corner of the flower, hiding under the baptism table, trying to use that little shade on the side of the table to block the water.

I couldn’t bear to see it, and I turned the flowers off, and the warm fog in the bathroom was clouded, and I was lying behind him and poking him.

Then the mouth was opened, but suddenly it came to mind that it did not know what to call him, so it was said, “Don’t be afraid, the flowers will not drown.” I’m sorry.

He turns his head, the hair of light brown is wet, the thin clothes on his body are wet, and there’s something on his body, and he can secretly see a thin, but perfect abdominal muscle under his clothes, full of accelerants and hormones, but he can’t see it in his clothes.

I have a red eye, and I have a lower head.

The opposite side leans up.

It’s like being abandoned with dangerous cats and cats, finding familiar people, rushing over and looking for security. Forget who put him in danger.

But the other cats used to express their intimacy, and he was awesome, and he was a direct archer.

The man, under the wet eyelashes, looked down at him, leaned over my shoulder, and I was unprepared, and he fell down on the ground.

I looked up and I didn’t react, and I saw him.

But he was just wondering for a moment and then he gave up his thoughts, and then he was humbled, knowing that it was soft and stomped my neck.

The cold, wet hair washes the sensitive skin of the neck, collides with the warm air of the male, cold and hot, irritating me with tremors, red on the face, a heat that spreads from the ear to the whole body, and a flurry and warm fog around it.

I pushed him away with my hands and feet, with his lost and wounded eyes, with a sense of guilt, while watching him with his clothes wet and small swings in the middle of the winter, and with some strange ground feeling for helpless little animals.

Wet must have taken a hot bath, or I could have caught a cold. I blocked the head of a stupid cat, and I guess he didn’t know how to take off his clothes, and he said, “Don’t move, I’ll take off your wet clothes.” I’m sorry.

The IQ of the mentally handicapped is a mystery, and so is the common knowledge. Now he’s on a high IQ again, knowing that I’m still going to take him for a shower and start moving.

I tried to press his hands and feet, he struggled more and more, and I tried to bite me, and I was scared for a while, but he groaned, and only bit the air on my cheek.

Just bluffing.

I’m relieved to close my eyes, to redface, to touch his head down, to touch the buttons on his clothes, to shake his hands, to squeak and to unbutton them, because he moved a few times and was forced to touch his abs, as if he was stuck on his hands.

He seems to have finally learned that the struggle was useless, that he was silent, that he had a breath, that he was so desperate, that he held my arm, with the sound of his magnetic voice the other day, naked, saying the words of a tiger and a wolf, and trying to squeal:

“Master, don’t go. Bath, with me. I’m sorry.

9

My heart beats like a drum, and I cut his head open: “No.” I’m sorry.

“You slow down, I’ll throw you out. “I scared him so badly.

He didn’t want to, but at least he took the towel, and I left and I added, “The clothes are on the shelf,” and I thought, “Get dressed before I come out.” You’re smart. I’m sure you’ll know how to wear it when you look at it. I’m sorry.

It finally got away.

I ran back to my room, buried in a soft blanket, and my heart beats for a long time before I recovered.

And it’s good that he didn’t make a demon in the back, took a bath, was like a robbery, came out in fear of the bathroom, didn’t see me, walked around, and somehow found me in his room, and cried out to me at the door, “Master…”

I opened the door, and I saw the wet look under his tumultuous hair, and I put on a pure white cotton dress, which showed a few pure and harmless aroma.

And when he saw me, he was happy, and he was grumpy, and he continued with his weak tone: “My lord, wash up.” Don’t throw me. I’m sorry.

“Turn in time. My name is Qi, you can call me anything you want. Stop calling me master. I stress.

I’d be happy if he were a real cat calling my master. But he’s a beautiful young man, and that’s a strange thing to call him with a low-magnetic voice.

And We brought out a new towel, and We called him to sit and wipe his hair, and told him, “Don’t sleep in the closet at night. The bed is for sleeping.” I’m sorry.

He’s in the middle of his heart, he feels the soft force of my hair rubbing on his skin, he’s enjoying his eyes, he comes up and lifts his head unconsciously.

Probably want me to scratch his chin.

“Tomorrow you will go to the CDC and sleep early.” I’m sorry.

He was disappointed: “Good.”

10

I took half a day off, and the next morning I took him to the CDC, where he was watched. And finally, the little sister who got the vaccine couldn’t help but groaning at the icebox:

“Sister, your boyfriend is so handsome! I’m sorry.

I laughed and made it clear, “No, he’s not my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

The after-sight glimpse of the mentally handicapped beauty staring at the needle, the pupil earthquake, has reached a state of seemingly total preparedness and even attack, and I quickly covered his mouth before he had a stranger.

Perfectly interrupted cat play.

He was half-happy, blindfolded, and in the emptiness of his godhood, a needle was stuck in his flesh, and he was stiff, because I covered his mouth, so I struggled in small measure.

It’s not supposed to hurt, but it’s not in the flesh, it’s in the fear of the needle.

He wanted to get away from me because I was holding him down, and I wasn’t too brave to fight hard, and I got a shot, and I looked at him so patheticly, and I looked at him with all the accusations.

It’s the kind of complaint I’d have to drag back on because I didn’t fight with him.

The little sister across the street didn’t realize she was almost in a medical accident, and she was still happy with me: “Oh, not yet. The next shot might be. It’s so nice to be together. I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to answer that.

Look at the man next to him, he’s amazing, he’s got the habit, he’s got the mood, he’s looking at me, he’s coming out, he’s cold, he’s cold, he’s sticky.

And We pushed him in cold blood.

It was a shame to look at his finely made face and to think uncontrollably of his bloodlined abs under his clothes.

Such a five-member attitude, as well as a body size, does not seem to have wandered the streets for long enough to understand why it has become the present. But one thing is certain that he and I should have been two worlds before.

I just want him to go back to his world, and I go back to my life, where there were no intersections of two lines, and then I get back on the right track after a brief encounter.

Eleven.

As soon as I was done, a phone call was made and I was told to apply for help and I could send someone today.

Right, there’s still time. I got a car and I took people to the rescue station on the outskirts of town.

A row of old houses that looks like the twentieth century’s architecture, with white walls covered in yellow, painted half a metre of green paint, and I feel a little bad.

In fact, inside, the smell was not so good in space, with a room with a half-stop shop.

I know that a non-profit, public-interest institution, like a rescue station, has no way of doing it, but it may not be too good, but the reality is that conditions are much worse than I thought.

The men around me who didn’t feel they were going to be left here and kept following me, and the look of trust raised me suddenly to a strange guilt.

Although this is not a good metaphor for a rescue station, there is the illusion that an elegant, pure white cat will be thrown into a coal mine.

I regret that when the staff member asked for basic information, I asked her if she could not send it.

She looked at me with surprise and smiled: “Of course. I’m sorry.

She’s very good, but I’m very guilty, and I feel like I’ve added an unnecessary amount of work to them, even though I’m sorry and I’m leaving, and I’m doing my best to donate a small sum of money. There is no way to improve the quality of life of the people inside, but it is enough for them to add a meal.

When I got out of the rescue station, I asked the police about the search for the family, and they replied that it was fast, and it was strange to say that the family of this man was harder to find than others. I didn’t hear you. I didn’t care.

“Let’s go to the sweet shop.” I’m sorry.

I know an old sweet shop, it’s good, it’s working morning, it’s not a lot of people, it’s easy to walk, and when we get there, a lot of sweets are just coming out, and they’re all smelly.

I was walking around, seeing a little familiar person, and he found me, surprised and surprised: “Time, I didn’t expect to meet you in A.” I’m sorry.

A man, son of my parents’ neighbors.

12

My parents were in a second-line city in a small county, and they were still in high school, and they had grown up, dropped out of school and got married and gave birth to my sister.

The family moved, unexpectedly received a large sum of money, and my father became addicted to gambling, but the money was soon finished, but the gambling addiction was not over, and it was then broken down, with a huge amount of money, and the family was once broke.

At that time, I was very young, and only my father had gambled and got drunk, fell and occasionally punched and kicked my mother. Mothers were afraid to resist and kept crying for their lives.

But on one occasion, I had the courage to stop in front of her, to try to learn her father’s harshness, to block a stick for her, to pick up the bench next to her, to get it from Bao, and my mother thought I was going to fight him, to grab the bench and slap me and ask me why I disrespect my father.

They would have been more fond of my sister, displeased with my extra meal mouth, since that day, until one day when the family was too busy to open up, and my mother threw me on a very far street.

Fortunately, I was picked up by Grandma Lau.

Then, after a difficult time, my father and mother had gone over my grades, and then came back and took me back, and Grandma Liu had been scolded for so long that they took me back to my old home.

When I was young, I had no choice but to squeeze my nose.

The year Grandma Liu died, I snuck out and saw her coffin carried to the protocol car at the door. From then on, there will suddenly be thunderstorms and then there will be no more umbrellas for me at the school.

When I was in college, I was living without them, and I earned a scholarship, and they knew it, and asked me to change my living to give it back to their parents. But at the same time, it’s ironic that my sister spent the money they saved on traveling around.

I’m afraid they’ll come to school and make a real three-year transfer, and once they graduate, they’ll go to a city they don’t know, all the numbers will be changed and they won’t be connected.

So I don’t have any relatives and friends in this town, and nobody knows I live here.

13

It’s a bit bad luck to be seen by the son of a neighbor.

I barely laughed: “What a coincidence. I’m sorry.

The other one was dressed up as a business elite. I didn’t know him well, I just knew his face. I remember his name.

I’m afraid they’ll know where I am.

So I offered him a meal, picked the right time to tell him in secret that I didn’t want my parents to know what was happening.

He was a little confused: “Your parents keep saying that a girl is out there fighting and that she doesn’t know anyone. She’s worried about you. Why don’t you even care about your parents? I’m sorry.

Listening to what he said, my parents didn’t tell anyone that I had lost my connection, that I might have been ashamed, that I had gone out to fight.

He could not understand why I didn’t care about my parents, nor would I speak about my experiences to people who were half of their lives. I just insisted that my parents not know where I was going.

It doesn’t work out across the street, but it does.

I’m still a little uneasy, starting to figure out if I want to live in another city.

I was embarrassed to talk to him for half a day, and the other side seemed free, and I finally asked, “What’s next to you?” I’m sorry.

Cats and cats are afraid of people, so I pick a quiet place, but he’s still a little restless, one hand holding a sweet bag and one hand holding my hand tight.

On the other side was a stranger who knew that I didn’t like him to look at people and put up with it, but he kept his eyes on Zhangzawa.

I found that cats and cats don’t talk too much. Only when they have to, they squeeze out one or two short words.

So, in Zhangzawa’s eyes, I’m the one with the strange look and the strangeness of my eyes.

Sorry, I forgot.

I don’t know when I’ve seen him like a real little animal.

14

I didn’t have to tell Zhang Zai about the story of the cat and cat. I just said, “A man I know.” I’m sorry.

After a hard lunch, I sent the cat home and went to work because the morning was delayed and the night shift was added.

It was late at home, and he bought two dinners, opened the door and saw him sitting on the floor by the door, and I suspected that he had been sitting out there waiting for me to come home.

Look at me, his dark eyes rise up, pounce and hold me, dawg.

Short hair rubbing my cheeks with a little itch.

I took a few steps to stabilize myself, and then I pushed him away and shoved two sweet roasts in his hand, and he couldn’t get his hands on me.

He had taken the barbecue without much enthusiasm for the food, and he kept his eyes on me and was still trying to get around it.

He wanted to let go of the food in his hand, but I put it in his hand, so I had to hold it in my hand, and I had to say, “Lord, come back.”

And I said, yet again, be gentle, but make good to him: “Do not call me the master, but call me the master.” I’m sorry.

Cats and cats are a little inconvenient, but he doesn’t say, he just pretends he doesn’t understand.

Can’t get used to him.

I’m still saying, “Call me time.” If you call the master again, I won’t let you. I’m sorry.

He did not hesitate, but whispered: “Twisted time.” I’m sorry.

When a man’s handsome face is so powerful, his eyes are so dark and dark that he stares at you, it is as if he will bring you into the air of his body, and the sound of his magnetic acoustic voice, with a sense of demention.

He swerved his head and cleverly came up with a compromise, with some excitement, knowing that I did not want to overwhelm, to stop with restraint on my face, to approach my ears and to whisper.

“Ah-ho. I’m sorry.

The smudged through the sensitive earplugs, from the roots to the limbs.

Maybe it’s not the name. It’s him.

Whatever he shouts, it won’t stop people from getting soft.

15

And I did not know his name, but I asked him, “Do you remember your name? I’m sorry.

He looked at me confusedly.

All right, “I’ll call you a cat for a while. I’m sorry.

He’s really a nice, sticky cat, and I come back from work every day and I’ll be welcomed by the cat, and I’ll throw a garbage down the stairs, and he’ll wait at the door and try to paste.

But whenever I am at home, wherever I go, he follows me, and a few days later he learns even the judgment, and I turn my feet, and he knows where I go. I just wanted to cook something in the kitchen, and as soon as I got into the kitchen, he was sitting in his own exclusive position.

The kitchen was small, with a small bench in the corner, and he sat on the bench, with his long legs everywhere, and he was squeezed into a small space, with a crude plastic bench, and he felt like he was sitting on a high-level design.

Even if I bathe, he’ll follow.

Fearing that the water would die, I was forced to take a bath every day, and when I saw the bathroom around, I saw the sink around and thought it was dangerous.

But every time I take a bath, he’ll follow me, and I won’t let him in, and the cat’s pulling the bathroom door, worried, afraid I’ll drown.

I always forget to call my name, and the exit is, “Lord, let me in.” I’m sorry.

With his unsuspecting entanglement, he pierced my mind through a door, even though his voice was small.

I suddenly felt dangerous, as if the door had become as fragile as paper, as if at any time it was going to collapse, and the hot water flowed all over me, and brought up the fog of the house.

And the bright lights were also dazzled by this evaporating fog.

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The cats and cats who were standing outside the door were pulling, watching me come out, standing up and coming up to paste me.

I quickly blocked his head and, in his confused eyes, put on a serious look and tried to set rules with him.

“You can’t just stick it up.

“I can’t stay out of the bathroom while I shower. I’m sorry.

If he wants to say otherwise, throw him away. He took me in his arms, and he stomped at me, and said, ‘I am so good, do not throw me away.’ I’m sorry.

I can’t say the next thing.

He was a good boy, but he was stubborn and stubborn, and as he became more comfortable with the environment, so did all the small things.

When he said so many times not to take my bathroom door, not to listen, even to get clothes in my bedroom, he decided to sit in the corner of the bathroom one step in advance, and he couldn’t make it.

I’m moved to be so worried about me, but I can’t move.

I dragged people out of the country with a mop.

Later, when he saw that I was going to kick him out, he started to rot, lying at the door, pretending he didn’t understand me.

I have to feed him myself. At first, I gave him bread to make him familiar and less aggressive, but spoiled cats and cats don’t eat what I feed myself.

Fortunately, he doesn’t pick food and eat anything, as long as I feed it to him. He eats it. He waits in the kitchen and sits at the table every meal.

Sometimes I have time to buy my own food and cook, and it usually takes a long time, and he sits down on the table and he looks at me, and he tries to get my attention.

I didn’t talk to him, and he didn’t dare to really push it down, and hit me with a yawn, lazily hand-in-hand, and he was so upset and so angry.

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But when I put the steamed potatoes in front of him, he was so angry, he was so emotional, he could never remember bad things, just good.

I stripped him of the potato, and he was in no hurry to eat it, and he was very ritually obliged to rub my hand first with affection and gratitude. He had learned a lot of restraint in comparison with the luxurious arches before.

The first thing he didn’t eat was a tasteful bite, and he was careful and afraid to bite my hand, and unwittingly showed the elegance of the bones.

And when I looked at him as though he was strange and far away, he used a sticker and pulled me back into reality, and I was angry at him: “Don’t make a sticker.” I’m sorry.

Cats don’t listen, selective ear and back.

On the same day, a telephone call was made, stating that his family had found him and asked when I had time for the staff and family to come and pick him up.

“I have time on weekends.” I’m sorry.

That one said Saturday.

He saw me drop my phone, sat right next to me, and he realized I didn’t care. My neck, inexplicably whispering, grunting.

When I talk to someone else, when I have a cell phone, he’ll be inexplicably upset, trying to pull my attention back from someone else and from the cell phone.

I’m still not used to being so close to a man, seeing him as a retard, but my hair was washed around a sensitive collarbone, and I pushed him unconsciously.

Cats and cats are angry behind their backs.

Even though I was angry, I didn’t forget to put my poor cell phone under my ass and not show it at all.

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On Saturday, the civilian police brought a man, a woman and two middle-aged men, who were busy, greeted and left.

Both of them are obese in size, with their nameplates all over them, big gold bracelets, and the airlocks of the family.

The children of the gold bracelet started at the door, turned their eyes on the beads, scrambled and scrambled into the house, and appeared to be a bit oblivious.

I didn’t see it, made two cups of tea and asked them to sit down.

Cats and cats are locked in because every time a stranger comes, like a sister-in-law who delivers a delivery, he’s really mean, he’s a little boy in front of me, he’s a mean cat in front of others, and he doesn’t hide his rejection of strangers.

So I usually put him in the room and then let him out.

A pair of glitter men and women sat down reluctantly, saying that they were relatives of cats and cats, the great uncles and the great aunts, asking me about the beginning and end of his encounter, and that the tea was not drinkable, and finally threw a bank card over the table.

The children of the gold bracelet: “Here is a million, without a password, as a reward. When we take him away, I hope you don’t bother him again. I’m sorry.

Her voice was too loud to be heard by the cat in the house.

He started calling out to me in a state of discomfort. I’m sorry.

The man’s voice came, and the men and women on the couch stood up.

“If there’s no other problem, we’ll take him home now.” I’m sorry.

“Wait. I’ll call them, “Take this card back. I’m sorry.

The children of the golden bracelet: “It’s just a million, and if you don’t, you lose it.” But for you, it’s a huge sum. Don’t regret it. I’m sorry.

“This is not good. “What if he comes back to slander me and says he lost a million-dollar card?

I have never accepted the money, and I am polite, but I am determined that they will not agree to open the door until they cannot afford to take it back.

The children of the golden bracelet murmured: “What’s so clean? I’m sorry.

I don’t want to mind her, but as soon as I open the door, the two of them squeezed me up: “Caucasus, your aunt and uncle take you home.” Why are you so thin? I’m sorry.

The big gold bracelet kids want to hold him.

It’s called a quick, vigilant retreat, and it’s all set for an instant.

The beautiful, narrow eyes of a man snuggle, scrambling the stranger before him, and the dangerous fragrance of a man’s eyes, and the thin lips shine: “Scram!” I’m sorry.

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The children of the gold bracelet were deterred by the eyes and moved several steps unconsciously away from them.

Cats and cats walk through them and walk to me, where the cold light in their eyes breaks out, full of frustrations, entangled up like an octopus and lamented.

“Asie, you ignore me.”

Behind him, the middle-aged uncle and the middle-aged woman looked in the face of hell and looked at me unbelievably.

“Big sister, take him to the car and take you to dinner.” I’m sorry.

The cat turned around and looked at him face to face.

The man with the big gold chain had a chill.

I feel strange. Aren’t they the great uncles? How does it feel to be afraid of cats?

I’m wondering, someone outside knocked on the door.

I looked at all the men and women, and I opened the door, and I looked at the cat, and there was a couple of unknowable aunts, wearing the green costumes from the construction site, with fresh muddled ideas on their clothes, black and wrinkled.

A nice couple.

So We opened the door, “Who do you want?”

The Grand Duke came up with a photograph of him, “Girl, we’re his great uncle and his great-aunt, and we’re here to take him home. I’m sorry.

I picked it up. The police took pictures of cats and cats.

I frowned, “Is it?”

“Girl, we’ve been missing this continent for weeks, and our families are looking forward to getting them back. I’m sorry.

I let them in, and I dragged the cat to the door, and I looked at two people inside.

Both sides have some stupid eyes.

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And I looked at the mother of the great-grandmother, and they said: ‘The mother and the father, and you also said:’ Who the hell are you? I’m sorry.

Then suddenly the Lord walked his feet, and I wanted to go up and hold him, and he stood up himself, and waved his hand out, and said, “We were the brothers and daughters-in-law and the second and second-parents,” he said. I’m sorry.

I looked at my mother, who was much older than that man and woman, and my eyes wandered between them, full of doubt.

However, the man and the woman who had come to the house, had failed to deny that they were so depressed with their nose squeezed.

I also made them two cups of tea, borrowed the water from the kitchen, called the official staff and consulted and received a response that they were indeed relatives of the displaced.

Back in the living room, the man in the gold chain was saying, “We found someone first. We should take him back. I’m sorry.

“We’re the ones his parents had to pay before his death, and we should give them to him.” I’m sorry.

I can see that they’re not very close. They’re trying to get away.

After a half-day dispute, the silent mother suddenly proposed, “Let’s leave him alone.” I’m sorry.

Everyone looked at the cat and cat that stood in front of me.

Cats and cats look bad, and they go back to each other.

And I stabbed him in the back, and I stabbed him with a hard muscle, and turned back with my hands, and asked him, “Who are you going home with?” I’m sorry.

Four people fought for half a day, and he understood, but he was too lazy to lift his eyes, and heard me, so he looked at four with his lazy eyes, and then took me in my arms.

It’s not the sarcasm of the past, it’s the one that’s so possessive and aggressive, it’s so tight on me that it doesn’t make me feel depressed and afraid I’ll be taken away.

And the bows of the crows were lifted, and they were held against them, and their eyes were drawn with cold and warning.

“none will go anywhere, except after Shao. I’m sorry.

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His mother looked at him like a ghost and looked at me with no confidence.

It’s exactly the same look as the women and men who just broke up.

It took me a long time to say to me with respect, “Girl, you…”

“Girl, wait a minute. Let’s go out and negotiate. “The man stood up and said, “Then, with his eyes, he said, “What’s going on?”

The men and women of the family were weak and went out, and four people said they were going out, and there was a very consensus that they had not heard what had just been said.

I looked down from the balcony, and I saw a group of four people walking down the alley, and the master took out a pink sack and put it on the head of a gold-chained man.

I’m staring.

High-end relatives, often using the simplest way to rob people?

The battle ended very quickly, and the mother won, putting away the pink sacks, and then went upstairs and smiled at me, “Girl, let’s get him back. I’m sorry.

The gold chain of the man who broke in the back, the eyes turned upside down, and it seemed unconvincing.

I found another opportunity to confirm that it was indeed a relative of the police, not a black Shehui who fought in kindergarten.

And I said, “Do you remember them?” Have you seen it before?”

“Remember. I’m sorry.

Okay.

I packed a large suitcase of his clothes for this period, and although I find both of them rather strange, they are indeed relatives of his family, and I have no position to add to his previous experience.

Now that his relatives have come, I can go back to work, and I have no reason to keep him and not let his relatives take him home.

But the cat didn’t want to go with them. I was just thinking about how to persuade him.

An old man called a van man, and a group of people kidnapped him before he resisted.

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Once again, I was staring at them, and then I looked back, and I came home, and I didn’t get to welcome the cats and cats, and I felt a little bit uncomfortable and empty.

After eating, watching a play, taking a shower, sleeping early.

In my dream, I heard someone calling me “Ah-hoo.”

Early the next day, he wanted to buy early, open the door and saw a handsome man with long hands and feet slid outside the door and squeezed at the carpet outside the door.

And as soon as the door opened, he stood up, and saw me, with his eyes shining up and hugging me, and he cried out to me, “Ambassah.” I’m sorry.

It’s all dumb.

I didn’t hear the screams when I was asleep. I didn’t dream. He cried out the door all night.

I lifted his chin, and I saw the kind of dark, cold and white skin that stood all over his eyes.

I can’t believe it: “Did you come back alone and spend the night outside the door?” I’m sorry.

He’s been rubbing my cheeks, and he’s not answering.

I don’t know what happened, how he ran back on his own.

Then hold him steady. I will say, “Sit in the house, and I will buy you food. I’m sorry.

He didn’t want me, like he was gambling, but he didn’t say a word, except for the first squeaky “Ashe”, but he was very clear, and he didn’t want me to go alone, even if he went downstairs to buy early.

More sticky than before.

I had no choice but to take him downstairs.

I just wanted him to follow me. He held my hand and wouldn’t let go.

It’s got to be on me.

All I had to do was let him hold his hand and go down the stairs to meet someone who was in terrible condition.

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He sat on the side of the road and smoked, and saw me, too busy putting the smoke out, and with his face on his face: “Girls, see you again.” I’m sorry.

His face was not as blue and purple as any of the other young people, but his coat was broken and his cotton shivering in the cold and it looked so sad.

He took a little step forward, and the cat frowned, and the cold grunt.

He went back a few steps in his time, and a group of people moved back a little bit with a roller, and the van grunted back a few metres and fell behind everyone.

Don’t worry, it’s very insecure to come to me for consolation.

And We pacified him with his garments and prevented the cold from pouring into his garments.

He cried: “Girl, he’s too mean. I’m sorry.

He then said that they had taken him off yesterday, tied him up, that he had gotten in the car, that he had broken his glass with a brutal foot, that a group of men could not hold him, that the car had to stop, that he had taken the glass he had hidden in the vehicle, cut the rope, and that he had to get out and run back.

He can still write down the route.

He’s a mentally retarded beauty who can’t handle it.

They went back to the building in the middle of the night and beat everyone who came after him. The cat sits outside the door all night, others are afraid to go upstairs and stay downstairs all night.

I don’t know who’s worse.

But that van was terrible.

So I looked at the man next to me, and looked at him, and I confirmed that he had not been hurt, and I said to him, “How can I be evil?” They’re all your family! I’m sorry.

Pretending to beat him up, he was still frustrated and dissatisfied, but he came over, lying down and getting beaten.

He can fight against me. If he fights against me like others, I can’t hold him back, but he didn’t.

My heart was so soft, and I was just trying to scare him. I never yelled, I never hit, and I treated little animals. And I withdrew my hand and looked at him, and said, “You can’t kill them again, understand?” I’m sorry.

And he squeezed from his throat, like, “Well.”

Obviously, but not listening.

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But I can’t deal with that, he should go home with his relatives, and I can only tell him about his experience with him, hoping that he can accept them slowly.

The old man listens to an old face and shakes his head: “Girl, would he let you stay here for a while? Don’t worry, if I hadn’t lived for nothing, I would have gone back to pay you back the money he spent all this time, and I would have paid you for his expenses, and of course I’d have taken your time, and we would have paid you as much as we could. I’m sorry.

I don’t want to say yes.

He’s a good boy, but he’s too good, too sticky.

If he was a real pet cat, then I’d love it, and I’d love to use it all to buy a jar, but he’s actually a self-perception problem, a man, a handsome one.

He’s too sticky, and in the meantime, a little bit of an intrusion into my life, a contact beyond the normal limit, which scares me subconsciously, is the closest that couples deserve. But me and him are half strangers.

I can’t even say no to my head because I’m watching.

He looked at me hard, and the mother came up to me and said they had no choice.

She’s got white hair on her head, but she’s not very obnoxious. She’s just a little tired to stay up all night.

Those raised by grandparents and grandmothers from an early age have no real resistance to the elderly.

When I saw them in a difficult position, I did it, “Okay. I’m sorry.

My mother was very happy and told me, “Sir, we are the first nephew. I’m sorry.

And came a little closer to me as if he were whispering to me, but the cat who was there looked down on him and did not dare to come too close, and said, “He was hypnotized by the evil man, so he thought he was a cat.” But don’t worry, he should be back soon. It won’t take long, girl. I’m sorry.

Hypnosis? So you can’t detect mental illness?

I don’t know much about these things. I don’t know where to start.

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I picked up a retard by the side of the road.

I took someone down to the breakfast shop, packed two crotchs, the boss saw him, looked straight in the eyes and laughed at me: “Beautiful girl, your boyfriend is so handsome.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him, he was a little nervous, he was angry when I was talking to my aunt, but now he’s all right, but he’s just mucused and won’t interfere with my normal conversation.

It seems he has a shadow over those who took him away suddenly.

I’m a little laughter.

“No, he was asked to take care of me for a while.” I’m sorry.

The boss’s wife gave me the bag of thongs and squeezed at me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to answer that.

I didn’t ask my mother’s name, I came home, I took out their cell phone and I gave them a letter. He’s so stylish.

Master: [Chattering]

Aunty: [Claire]

Master:

I looked at the cat who was sleeping quietly on the sofa and had a long night, and after breakfast I sat on the sofa and played with my cell phone, and he followed me to the sofa and fell asleep.

A nice, quiet man who sleeps and puts his hand on my hair.

Ever since I was a kid?

So what was he like?

I look at his eyebrows, handsome, so beautiful, so low, so low, so he doesn’t look at the public.

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Since being kidnapped that day and running back, cats and cats are more insecure than ever, more sticky, and they’ve wanted a sticker for 24 hours and they want to grow up with me.

I often came home from work and found his voice strangely muted and then found that when there was movement outside the door, the elevator opened or someone passed by, he called me by the door, not me. He had to go back to the house, and the next time he came, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he came back, he went down, he went down, he went back, he went back, he went, he went, he went, he went, he went, he went, he went, he went.

My heart hurts so bad.

It felt like he was alone at home.

His world was too small for these only rooms, and me.

Every day, besides sleeping, you stick to me.

I tried to take him out for a walk, and he wouldn’t let go and follow my steps. He had long legs, he walked two steps at a time, but I walked at will, and he fully adapted to my pace.

I was passing through a store and I saw a huge shark pillow in it, and I had my eyes open and bought it back as a toy.

I’ve seen pictures of other people’s cats with carp on their pillows, other people’s cats and my cats.

But my cat doesn’t get too cold for a shark’s pillow, and every day if he’s free, he sits by the door waiting for me to come home, sits by and grinds his paws with the carpets by the door.

Sharp nails are his only weapon, he protects me and his trust.

But if his nails grow a little bit, I’m going to cut him out.

He hated to cut his fingernails and ran when I took out my nail knife, so it was hard not to stick it to me, drilled under the curtains, showed a long, long leg and looked at my head.

And We drew white curtains, and he pretended to be mean to me, and I did not care to lift up his hand, and cut off his work with one finger, a good-looking hand, and shined in the light of the white curtains.

I can’t be scared, Cat and Puss.

He felt helpless without looking at his face.

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Cats don’t like shark pillows, but I like it, soft and slender, go back on a lunch break, lie on the couch and sleep, and it’s a good sleep.

It took so long that I was at home this weekend, watching TV, turning around and finding him sleeping next to me, holding the shark pillow I bought him for the first time, suddenly there was an honor to be chosen by the master.

A fine face, a velvet dress, and a shark that doesn’t look very smart, makes him look pretty and soft.

I didn’t realize I was starting to turn on the experience of cat-keeping, to see people show their cats, to say that cats like their masters, and wherever they smell, they go to lie down and lie down.

Isn’t that my cat?

Even the pillow that he didn’t like touched my breath and he was willing to sleep.

Unbridled favouring has suddenly given me a warm, inexplicable and inexplicable rush.

It’s rare for me to let go of my cell phone, to lie on the couch, to observe his sleep.

But he’s always sleepy and he won’t sleep, and I’m a little bit moving, and he’s gonna look at me and make sure I’m around.

And as soon as I had my head on the couch, he woke up, and he opened his eyes, as deep as a river of stars, deep in the depths, and when he saw my reaction, he saw trust and love in my eyes, and he was happy, leaning on my forehead with joy.

Blinking and saying hi to me, “Ai”.

I don’t know.

My heart beats, and I’m coming back.

Back off, heart beats are still too long.

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I used to go shopping with my colleagues once after work, and now I’m going home as soon as I get home, and I’m afraid he’ll wait until I get back.

My colleagues laughed at me for having a little wife. They thought I had a pet cat.

On the way home, I bought a couple of cupcakes with cream and one of the favorite sweets for cats and cats.

Once he opened the door, he sat by the door and waited for me.

I gave him the bag, his favorite snacks, and he couldn’t draw his attention. He had to hurried me with enthusiasm, and when I became impatient, he moved his eyes to sweets.

Unpacked with pride, put it in my hand, looked forward to looking at me and asked me to feed him.

I put down the dessert: “I’ll finish my dinner first.” I’m sorry.

I went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles, and I pulled him to finish his dinner, and everything was packed, and he was paralyzed on the couch, and I pushed his favorite one into his face: “Eat it yourself.” I’m sorry.

Bad habits need to be slowly corrected.

Cats and cats look down at me.

I felt guilty for a while, I couldn’t look at him again, I bit myself with a piece of cake and turned the trigger to distract me.

And then I accidentally saw a video coming out of the Internet that President Pei got caught at a charity party.

In low-profile luxurious cars, the men in black shirts were graceful, held between their sleeves and took a careless look at the lens.

There was an exciting scream in the video.

Men look exactly like my cat.

I couldn’t believe it when I looked at the screen and looked like a flower, like I found something. Bae, but big family.

Turn around and look at the cat on the side. He’s showing me the cream cake.

I’m in a complicated mood.

He thought I was mad that I had been stolen because of the cream cake, blinked innocently and licked my hand.

“I was wrong.” I’m sorry.

Next time you dare.

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I sent that video to my mom and me, and I sent a question mark?

I’ll be right back.

I’m a little blind.

After a while, the master quietly retracted the message, and then a phone call came to me, saying, “Sir, do you believe that I have the wrong message? I’m sorry.

I’m:

Sir, “Okay. You won’t believe me.” I mean, who’s the one who ran into our cat? I’m sorry.

I’m:

He said to himself, “Well, you certainly don’t believe it. I’m sorry.

“Well, he’s the one in the video.” It’s complicated. Miss, wait a minute. We’ll be right over. I’m sorry.

Within five minutes, the door was knocked.

The door was opened, and the old man and the mother looked in with care, and I was so nervous that I wouldn’t let him up, I moved in, and sat on the couch as far across the corner.

He said: “Girl, he is indeed the one in the video, the new president of Bae, the heir of the Pei’s family, and his name is Pae Xing County. I’m sorry.

I looked at them with eyes open.

“I’m the old housekeeper of the Pei family, next to my wife.” The group that was with us was his assistants and bodyguards. I’m sorry.

Then he explained:

Shortly after the death of Pei’s former holder of power, the father of Pei’s province, father of Pei’s family, had only one child in Pei’s country, and his uncles saw him at a young age and were thinking, and a group of people fought for power.

Someone tried to trick him, someone tried to make Pei Chau a fool and kicked him out of the game, but the man he found was turned against Pei Chai. He’s planning to hypnotize himself and look like a psychotic.

He was then taken to a sanatorium by an uncle who thought he had succeeded in the scheme, and he planned to wait for some time, and several uncles were almost strangled and made a profit.

Who knows to take off.

He probably didn’t expect to be hypnotized to the mentally retarded himself and to be smart enough to wait until a few minutes to observe the conditions of the sanatorium.

Even if you run away, you’re also very aware of counter-investigation, running while you wipe out traces and misled.

They came after him, either the enemy or us, and turned their heads and couldn’t find a way.

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The uncle’s men and his own men were looking for him, and it was not until the police issued a notice that they discovered that the person had been displaced to the next city.

Surely, the news of the family’s heirs who have been displaced cannot be known, nor can they take advantage of it.

So the enemy and our men, in a very unmistakable way, took a false identity, disguised across the street as a cashier in gold and silver, and we came to claim to have lost our loved ones.

Finally, the old housekeeper had to make concessions across the street because he had to drag his way to find someone.

But I didn’t expect him to go with them.

They had to guard him around.

No wonder they got here in less than five minutes.

Master: “Girls, we didn’t mean to lie to you, but the less people know about this, the better.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe that the intellectually retarded beauty is the president of Bae. It’s a mystery, an older man whose looks are so rare to know.

It took me a long time to digest the news. Although it had been assumed that he was not an ordinary man and that his mother was acting strangely, he had no idea that he was a lot more powerful than I thought.

And We cried: “Take him away. I’m sorry.

He said, “Girl, it’s not that we don’t want to take people back, he doesn’t want to go with us.” I’m sorry.

The cat’s mind is playing with my hair, and the old man says a bunch of things, and it’s in his ear. Take it away!

He held me in silence, and the magnetic voice was dull: “No go.” I’m sorry.

Old housekeeper and housekeeper lady looked at me and him in shock.

I finally understand why they’re always shocked.

Pei Chai, which sounds like the opposite of cat and cat, he’s a good, elegant, undistinguished man, who should be tall and far away.

But such a person, he held me in his arms, tried to decorate me with a good voice, seduced me and softened my heart so that I would not abandon him.

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But he’s not my cat, he’s Pei Chae.

A little bit of a sense of distance, and now it’s coming out again.

I did not free myself from his arms and did not dare to look at him as disappointed and wounded.

“I promised you because I thought you were in trouble and I could help you. But now we know who you are. I don’t think you need to foster him here. Better living conditions could be arranged for him. I’m sorry.

I’m being euphemistic. I hope they take them away.

He was anxious to say, “He’s very good at feeding and not picking.” Girl, it’s hard to make sure he doesn’t run away again. I’m sorry.

I said, “But…”

Ma’am, if you don’t take him in for a few days. We’ve called his shrink back. Only the psychiatrist can hold him. I’m sorry.

“…good. “I will not turn away from anyone, and they keep telling me, and I’m confused.

When they were out, a young girl standing outside the door, with a round face, looked cute.

The girl smiled and introduced herself: “Sister, I’m Director Pei’s life assistant, and the housekeeper says I don’t have to hide my identity anymore, so I’ll send over the supplies that were added to Pei.” I’m sorry.

She brought me a sack of stuff.

I thought it was gonna be some high-quality living items, and once it was opened, there was a sack of wolf-proof spray, a body-scrambling stick, a body-proof alarm.

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

She put a message on the phone next to it. I happen to see it.

“Assisted by Bae’s dog:

Lin Tsuke!

I’m staring.

The round-faced girl grabbed her phone and said goodbye to me: “As sister, our boss is so good, so good to feed and not to starve, he doesn’t have to eat too much.” I heard that a cat can spray water if he doesn’t do what he says. I’m sorry.

It’s almost downstairs.

“…”

32

I put a sack of weapons in the corner and I don’t think it’s gonna work.

I didn’t expect to wake up the next day and see what was in the sack scattered.

Half-dream in the morning and it tickles.

And the sun came through the curtains, and the house was dark, but the vision was clear, and the cat approached my face and felt my breath.

He was so close and so clear that he surrounded me.

I was shocked, awake, and sat up staring at him: “How did you get in my room? I’m sorry.

He saw me awake and looked out like he was. I followed it, the door broke, and the living room was covered in a bouquet.

I was surprised to get out, and the man was unconscious, and the cat kicked him, and he woke up.

He’s scared to see us.

Asked for a call, he was a thief who tried to steal something worth of money, was beaten to the ground by cats and cats, and pulled a leash from a sack next to him and tied him up.

I’m suddenly glad.

Good thing he’s here.

I took him to the police station, I packed up the living room, called out last night’s surveillance, and since I picked him up, I’ve learned to keep pets, set up family surveillance in all the rooms, and I didn’t think it would be useful now.

It took only a few minutes for the thief to have his door broken and the cat managed to sneak into my room for the first time.

Whenever I go, he follows, but I never let him into my room, the more he wants to see it, the more I fight with him every day before I enter.

Once it was rare to enter my room without hindrance, and the moment when the cat stepped into the door of the room, he retreated back with no confidence, repeatedly, and finally determined that he was free to go in and out.

Then climb up to my bed with joy.

33

Cats are very cold, and winters are full of holes.

I finally saw it.

I watched the monitor, and he was so excited to get into my bed that he couldn’t sleep until he looked at me.

As soon as I turned over at night, he woke up and moved to the other side of the street, where I looked, and he went to sleep with me face to face.

He sleeps so busy all night.

He was awake early in the morning, lying by his bed waiting for me to wake up, to see me be quiet for a long time, to come up to my nostrils, to snout my nostrils, to be afraid I would sleep too long.

I’m a little funny.

The tension of being crawled into a man’s bed was broken.

He’s a cat. He knows what. He only knows how to stick, hold, paste and sleep face to face.

Contacted the maintenance company, and they’ll send someone to the house tomorrow.

At night, I was stuck in front of my room, with long hair, and cats and cats holding their own shark pillows, so nice and stubborn to come in and sleep with me.

And We tried to put him to sleep with the usual trick: “Go back to your room and I’ll take you to the sweet shop tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

The cat blinked: “I want to sleep with her.” I’m sorry.

Not even his favorite sweets.

I’m having a headache, and he snuck into my room with a shark’s pillow while I wasn’t paying attention and crawled very quickly into my bed.

And then my eyes were brightly waiting for me to go to bed.

I’ll help. I’ll go to bed.

And when he went down to the bottom, he found that the door had been broken, and the cat came down with the shark’s pillow, and in the eyes of my doubt, he thought, “I will sleep wherever you sleep.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What I want to ask is not what you came to do. I mean, did you break this door? I remember the door was fine during the day. I’m sorry.

He looked at me innocent and did not deny it.

That’s amazing. I learned to watch a thief break the door.

And I took two rabbit ears out of his pyjamas, and I bought him all these cute pyjamas with ears, and I used to feel so good.

He leans, so I can.

High nostrils, deep eyes, right in front of me, focused on me.

It’s dazzling.

I don’t know what to do with the rabbit’s ears, but I can’t do it, and I can’t do it. I’m sorry.

34

He was eventually unable to get rid of him and watched him enter the room and successfully enter my bed.

I chose to close my eyes and not to see.

Just like, lying around with a real cat.

But his breath surrounded me, and I knew that I could look at him as soon as I could, and we were too close together, even though I had deliberately put a large shark in the middle, even if I could not be so close, he could not remember, and he was subconsciously close to me.

My heart is beating so hard.

He fell asleep unconsciously in the midst of confusion.

In the morning, he was woken up again by the seemingly tingling.

When the handsome man lay on my bed, standing above me, his strong arms seemed to place me in a place where there was no way to escape, leaning down, his nostrils leaned near me, and he softly tested my nose.

And We can see clearly his lashes, and cast them into the shadows, and not into the shadows, looking at me.

The fragrance of the male heat, spraying on my sensitive skin, his thin lips are very close to me.

I’m not moving.

For a moment, the man who looked in the face of his head in the video caused the crowd to scream.

And now that man, the handsome man with his slow cuffs and his hand overwhelms me.

I had a red heart beating, and when he saw me awake, I stomped on my cheek with my forehead, and I kicked him unconsciously out of bed.

Cats and cats look down at me.

It’s next to a shark that he doesn’t know when he’s going to throw off his bed.

35

I called the housekeeper in Pei Chai, “When will your psychiatrist arrive?” I’m sorry.

The housekeeper noticed the anger in my tone and said, “Today, it will be here.” What’s wrong, young lady? You’re welcome to hit him. I’m sorry.

Speaking at the back, the tone of speech was getting excited, as if he was looking forward to a little beating.

I can’t tell you, your young master crawled in my bed and pulled him away.

I was relieved to hear his clear answer.

Cats and cats are all over it.

I couldn’t hit him with my hands, so I held him in his face.

But he looked around, and he came to the down mirror, and he looked at it.

In the mirror, it’s me.

I’ve always had a feeling I’m embarrassed to look at him, and in the afternoon the housekeeper comes in a group of people, in the middle of a beautiful, mature woman.

She was clearly the head of a group, and she said to me, “Hello, I’m the psychiatrist of Pei Chai, Harleen. I’m sorry.

She handed me a card, “Thank you for taking care of him during this time.”

Cats and cats come out and see those people, they’re supposed to be very ostracized, but it’s rare to see Harlem, so it’s a little bit of a cat.

Harleen saw him and showed his heart: “I didn’t know that when I was gone, the continent suffered so much. I’m sorry.

The voice just dropped, a stick came out of nowhere, a stick knocked over and the cat and the cat shunned it, but remembering me behind me came back to block the stick.

Simple and rough, a stupor knocks people out.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when the continent was suffering, or else I could look around.” I’m sorry.

“…”

36

It may be that I’m scared and I’m changing my face and my sweetness: “Don’t be afraid, I’m just, it’s easier to take him away. I’m sorry.

And she looked at me with her eyes full of love: “A little girl, this has been a hard time for you.” It’s been a lot of trouble since it got stupid. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid to answer.

It’s a good thing.

She said to me, “I worked at Bae’s house since he was very young, his mother went early, and I was half his mother.” The rest of you can’t just knock people out, I dare you. I’m sorry.

I was surprised. I thought she was a few years older than my mother.

“He took the risk of stepping into someone’s trap and fishing, lest I stop him, and took me away, and found me so many things that I had time to come back. Son of a bitch, he’s almost recovered. See if I can kill him while he’s stupid. I’m sorry.

Harleen scolded and took away.

Round-faced assistant came up and said good-bye, and the others left.

Back in the room, I felt like something was missing.

It was like a familiar house, and suddenly it was quiet as a stranger.

The maintenance company sent someone to fix the door and, after a few workers left, the room fell into deeper silence.

One person eats, goes to the theatre, walks, spends the weekends, starts working nine-to-fives, back on track before he met.

I felt lonely before.

It’s hard to go back to one’s life when you get used to it.

But he was destined to be just a passenger in my life.

He’s the heir of Bae, and he’s an unattainable man.

And I’m just one of the ordinary people.

I thought I’d buy a real cat to feed, dry up, hang out with a couple of pet shops, and I saw a big, hairy, white, highland cat.

My heart’s about to melt.

37

I came home with a cat cage and I saw unexpected people at the door.

I haven’t seen my parents in ages.

Zhangzawa’s big mouth couldn’t keep a secret.

I don’t want to see them at all. I’m an unhappiness, if I wish I’d never had a parent, and I’d be better off being an orphan than I am now, with an unbreakable blood.

Never dared to talk to anyone about the past, about the disappointments and disgusts of parents, about the feelings of others, about the lack of conscience.

They saw me in the eye, and they came up fast, and my father was all over the face, but he was all over me, and he was all over me, and he was all over me, and he was like, “You can’t stand up to me, you can’t go missing from school.” I’m sorry.

My mother’s typical hag housewife, pulling him, looking at me with disappointment: “You’re our daughter, you have no news, we’ll be worried. I’m sorry.

Yeah?

Why would I be embarrassed to be reprimanded in public if I was worried?

“Go upstairs and say it.” I’m sorry.

In the house, two people looked at the house, my mother went through my dresser, took a box of cream and opened it up and rubbed it on her face, complaining, “How come you didn’t know to buy me and your sister a box of such good things? So selfish. I’m sorry.

I don’t have any face, sitting on the sofa with the new three-flower cat and letting them walk around.

The pussycat is not afraid of life, is lying in my arms, and his tail is swayed, exposing the anxiety caused by the noise.

“Do you talk about wild men? I’m sorry.

My mom screamed in anger.

Because she found the man’s slippers in her shoe closet.

38

Before I picked up the cat, I cleaned up what Pei Chau used to use. I didn’t know there was a shoe closet and a pair of men’s slippers.

My mom asked me if I had a boyfriend.

I looked at her strangely.

I’m not a minor, it’s a sin to be in love. She’s so angry, I have to think.

In retrospect, she said she might have arranged for me to get married for the bride price.

“Home alone, secure, bought a pair of men’s slippers and left them at the door. I’m just saying one reason.

My mother looked at me quiet and realized that she was too excited and calmed down and said to me, “You’re too old for a girl to fight out there, and she asked you to find a nice family and come back if you had time. I’m sorry.

“Good. * I promised *

My dad was a bit proud to say, “Your sister talked about a boyfriend, a supermarket, especially rich.” You can’t count on it. Just get married. I’m sorry.

“Oh. “I’m still flinging.

In their words, the intent is to make sure that the family my sister’s marrying breaks the financial chain, lacks money, borrows money.

My parents were going to marry me to hold this rich son-in-law and to borrow money from my future brother-in-law.

I gave them a brief answer and sent them back to watch them get in the car, so they were relieved.

Think about moving before they react.

It’s a bit of a headache. It’s a lot of money and trouble to go to a strange place.

At this point, the mobile bank pops up a reminder [+ $100,000.00].

Trade description [time of gift].

39

There’s no such thing as simple, rough money, the way it works, like Harlem’s pen.

I’m surprised.

It’s really unexpected, but this time I didn’t refuse.

This money was just to alleviate the immediate need for me to leave, to find a house in other cities, to pack the supplies of the kittens and some basic personal effects and to move home overnight.

Phone cards and everything.

Looking for a job in another city, keeping a cat in peace, a few months later.

I almost forgot all my parents’ shit, and then I went to the door and my dad hit something in my new house and yelled.

“Twilight, you unconscionable man, your mother and I will visit you and you will move. Do you think we need you? How can you compare yourself to your sister? Look how filial your sister is. Every time she comes home with your brother-in-law, she buys a bunch of nutrients. And you? You will not return to your home.”

Am I willing to have a family I can’t return to?

I looked down at the cat in my hand.

Some wonder how they found me so quickly.

I haven’t been able to find out yet, and my dad’s laughing himself, “It’s your sister who’s smart enough to get us a locator and say it’s in your automatic cat bowl.” I’m sorry.

I see.

My mom had a heartache, but thinking about all this stuff, she didn’t stop until after my dad scolded, she started pretending to be good people, crying about her parents and saying I didn’t care about them.

And when she had finished, my mother said, “A man who saw your picture is happy with you. Even if you don’t want to go home, he’s coming by himself and wants to have dinner with you. I’m sorry.

I’m speechless.

It’s ugly to sell a daughter in such a hurry.

My sister-in-law came along, with my fat head and my future brother-in-law, walking in with his feet, and looking at the ground, “How come you’ve been fighting in the big city for two years? I’m sorry.

I don’t care about her.

It’s a pain in the ass, and I don’t know how I’m gonna get out of this mess with my little three-flower cat.

Under their supervision, I had to change my clothes and put on a make-up, and my brother-in-law drove us to the restaurant ordered by the man.

The man looks a little thin and wears a thick glasses, but he’s supposed to be a little bit of money in my home town, otherwise my mom wouldn’t pick him up.

Seeing me, the man with the glasses looks bright, greeting me with great care, waiting to see the family behind me gets a little ugly.

The blind man brought his family here for dinner, and he probably thought I was like this, with his eyes blinking, but he laughed at the place.

I’m good-looking, rare-looking.

My parents knew that and the guy across the street.

One side is on offer and one side is trying to press down the price.

And I, I’m trying to sneak away.

40

My mom woke me up and asked me, “Why don’t you go to a movie tonight? I’m sorry.

The man smiles at me, and his eyes fall on me, and it makes me sick.

“He has no brother-in-law, no brother-in-law, no brother-in-law, I can’t accept it.” I’m sorry.

The man with glasses suddenly turned black.

My parents laughed.

My brother-in-law and my brother-in-law had no awkward self-consciousness. I’m sorry.

“You’re much older than me, and you’re much older than me, but that’s nothing. I’ve got money in my family, and I’m sorry to miss you. I’m sorry.

I was just going to say something, and I’d better let them fight and sneak away.

The cold, the sound of a beautiful man suddenly got into his mouth.

“Oh, is there any use for such low-level pua rhetoric? I’m sorry.

It was only when all those present looked up that they realized that the surroundings had been cleared quickly.

Right next to the table, a grey, leisurely man lazily leans around the table, and the smoke around him evaporates around him, as if he was half-stained.

Behind him were subordinates in several suits, which were completely different from the one in which he was dressed for leisure.

And I just remembered.

He’s not a cat. He’s Pei Chai.

Look at him. He should be back to normal.

The appearance of Pei Xing County seems to be an unusual one, and the man in the glasses has been stunned, he has not dared to answer his mouth, he has pushed his glasses down, he has twitched, he has been careful to ask, “Who is this? I’m sorry.

And he looked down and laughed, and drew up his thin lips: “You do not need to know who I am. I’m not here to meet you. I’m sorry.

And he looked at me, and he looked at me with his eyes: “I came to meet this girl before you. I’m sorry.

41

“Whoever you are.” She’s my date, and both of us are particularly happy with each other. Don’t mind your own business. I’m sorry.

I’m speechless. I’m particularly satisfied with his eyes.

Pei Chai didn’t listen to him in the ear, and the sight never got away from me.

I’m a little uncomfortable, unconsciously afraid to look at him.

Behind him, the familiar round-faced assistant stood up, but at this point she opened a file and began to read the company name.

Pei Chai is bored with a butterflies orchid petal, which means, “These companies are close to each other, and they might be able to invest. I’m sorry.

I later learned that the long line of thought was the name of all the competitors of the man with the glasses.

The man in the glasses looks white, and he’s probably figured it out, and he’s not the one who’s going to get the information so far, and he looks at me, and he’s afraid, and he’s saying, “Sorry, miss, I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m not good enough for you.” Sorry I left first. I’m sorry.

I left in a hurry to go to Pei Chai, and I forgot to tell my parents.

My parents, sister-in-law and brother-in-law were surprised to see the scene, and they didn’t understand why the glasses man suddenly went away, and my mother was looking forward to it: “Ai, you know? I’m sorry.

I’ve got a hard-headed, obfuscated look in front of a sub-problem and a confused look in Pei Chau. I’m sorry.

My sister lamented and murmured: “I thought you had worked hard for two years, and you were in the middle of the evening.” I’m sorry.

The men who were lazy and leaning on the table suddenly became cold, and the cold air that could not be stopped in their casual clothes, and the pitiful petals were lost.

42

The junior assistant would like to continue to read out the names of the companies with several names.

This time, I think I understand that some of my sister’s future-in-law creditors, some of my dad’s long years of debt.

Pei Chae Chao is not threatening anyone’s self-conscious, and he says, “Uncle and Auntie.”

“What do you want to know, ask me directly, don’t worry about her. I’m sorry.

It was very nice to say that a group of bodyguards behind him had started to evict people for good reasons, that the buffet was already over, and that their boss had just taken the shop down and, as future new employees, they were just a normal reminder.

“We’re her parents. I’m sorry.

But no one cares about them.

My parents started to yell at me again, “Twilight, you just watched your parents being threatened and evicted.” I’m sorry.

I turned hundreds of thousands of dollars to them with my cell phone, which I saved myself, and I said, “The bride price has been transferred to you.” I’ll buy myself. Don’t ever come to me again. I’m sorry.

I’ve saved so much money for them.

The meat stings the meatballs in the bowl, stings one after another.

Quiet around. A bunch of bodyguards and my relatives left.

I don’t have the guts to face Pei Chai alone.

It’s been a long time. I thought people were gone and looked up and saw him right next to me, looking at me with joy.

I looked at him and said, “You hate meatballs. I’m sorry.

He stood up to his head and blinked at me: “Will you hate me when I drive them away and threaten them not to come to you?” I’m sorry.

43

I consciously shook my head.

Thank you for not coming.

The stars were smug in the eyes of the opposite person, laughing at me, saying, “Do you want someone who’ll run away from you, warm your bed in winter and protect your boyfriend?” I’m sorry.

Easy, it doesn’t seem offensive.

I’ve got my eyes on me.

I couldn’t help myself.

“This…”

He seems to know that I’m afraid, that I want to come closer, that I’m restrained, and that I still don’t want people to be alert, or even to fall in love:

“Ah-ho. I’ll teach everyone in my family who doesn’t listen. No one will object. You don’t have to worry about the family, the doorman. I like you so much, it’s not because I’m the Pei family, it’s because I’m Pei Xing County, it’s your cat. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know that his sentence touched my heart, made my heart beat faster and louder.

I think I’ve been pushing him out, and I feel a little weird guilt.

So this time, I lifted up his face, and for the first time I put his head down, “Okay.” I’m sorry.

Instead, he showed his fascination and finally stopped holding himself in his arms, leaning over my ears and whispering “Ai” “Ai”. Then he grabbed my chin and kissed me.

Concealment and aggressiveness were revealed in the mouths of a moment, entangled and moved.

Bone-sharp hands, silently stuck in my fingers.

Excuse me.

I’m just six months old.

It’s a super-invincible cosmologically beautiful three-flower cat.

By virtue of my beauty, I have successfully hooked up with a gentle little sister.

I’m a plower, nuanced, patient, soft and sweet, with no other disadvantages.

The outsiders are noble and cold, and they don’t look close.

And in front of my shoveler, he took my job every day.

And I wanted to dazzle with the gentle fairies, so he took me and put me in a box of snacks, and he opened his eyes and said, “It took five minutes to eat, but eat, and don’t be hungry. I’m sorry.

Nonsense, I’ve been holding out for eight minutes.

But the snacks are so sweet, they seduce me.

I couldn’t bear it.

By the time I’ve had a sip of the rain, I’ve reached the hiccup, fell asleep and crawled out, my self-proclaimed little pussycat has been taken over by the dog man.

The dog man hugged my fairy plower, put his hand on it, didn’t give me a look at me.

I’m angry.

How can I get a fairy’s heart without giving me a chance to paste?

This is my job!

I must not be lost by an amateur dog man.

I’ve decided to warm the bed for the shit-throwing officer, and to go to bed, if it’s a leak, if it’s cold enough for me to shake, and I’ll be able to warm up a little bit with a thin body.

My fairies have come to plow the shit, and they say, “How can you sleep on a floating window, don’t freeze cold?” I’m sorry.

What?

Rusty, wrong place.

She wants to hold me.

The dog forced his boyfriend to pick up my fate’s neck again, worrying the people: “It’s all asleep, probably thinking of a cat for a while. Let’s put it in the new cat’s den.” I’m sorry.

Who wants a cat?

I’m going to stick it to my own house.

I’m going to lie down in my house and I’m going to go to bed.

I’m going around.

“Well, let’s leave it alone.” I’m sorry.

The dog man put me in a semi-enclosed cat’s nest in the farthest corner from the Squawk.

Shit, it’s like a maze in there.

With my little head, I fell asleep.

Then he was woken up by a fragrance of food, and he came out.

Fairy Squawk is a great cook. She likes to cook her own food. She makes a table for lunch and the dog forces her boyfriend to peel shrimp.

No one noticed I woke up.

I’m not happy.

Bad cat roars: Meow

“The little cat’s voice is so milky.” I’m sorry.

I have succeeded in returning to the arms of fairies and plowers.

I’ll be happy to see it with my boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not dissatisfied at all, stripped the shrimp in detail and occasionally fed it to one of the fairies, making her blushing.

I’m going to put my claws on the table, and I’m going to remind you not to forget my existence.

She touches my head, “Is it hungry?” I’m sorry.

The fairies plowed me across the street, opened a jar and put it on the table, knowing that I was not interested in human food and had the courage to put me on the table.

No, I really don’t mean that.

What I want is more touch.

Look at the jar, and look at the fairy shoveler who’s taken over by a dog man.

I ate a jar of fragrance with tears.

It’s also the day we failed to get the shoveler back.

Fight tomorrow!

So I grew up every day fighting with my dog’s boyfriend.

I’ve got a dozen pounds of weight sitting my ass down and sending away a few hamsters.

I am sitting in a clean, white and wide bed, and there is a lot of noise outside, and people are coming, and they say, “I am the dowry of the Scavenger.”

The photographer took pictures of me with joy and grace, and I struck a yawn with grace, and with a great burden of idols, kept the cat’s master’s ritual, and then heard him and others grunting: “It’s so cute that the little fat man is crushing his bed.” I’m sorry.

Damn it!

How dare you say I’m a little fat? I’m the biggest cosmos in the world.

I quit.

Where am I going to find my shit-throwing officer?

I’ve lost my way. I’ve been looking all over for a shit shovel.

I found it first.

Wow.

She’s so beautiful today, wearing a white wedding dress, as if she were a virgin in a mural.

As for the dog-puss boyfriend, well, he’s handsome too.

But they didn’t even hug me today, and an old man next to me put me up and hugged me, and said, “You’ve been looking for you for half a day. I’m sorry.

I struggle, I don’t want him, I want my fairies to shovel shit.

The old housekeeper seems to understand cat language, and he’s seriously explaining to me, “You can’t hold you now, you’ll lose hair.” I’m sorry.

It’s rare to be so patient with cats and cats.

I barely accept him.

He put on me a fine little dress, and put it among a bunch of little children, saying, “I am the youngest flower.”

I can’t talk about it.

Human cubs, terrible.

I was a social cow, so they put me on the carpet, and looked at the shit-thrower in front of me, and I raised my head up and followed her.

Then watch her marry a dog man.

My little heart is dripping blood.

You have to eat at least five different jars to slow down.

I jump every day on the new house and everyone thinks I’m a skin.

No, it’s not.

I’ve been working hard to turn my back on Thomas.

It’s nice to have other people’s cats and cats, but I’ve had bad luck, and I’ve met a strong rival, and these days there’s still people and cats and cats and chicks.

But he was a man of his own accord.

I’m dying.

There’s only one other way to get a shoveler’s heart.

I wanted to hunt delicious mice for the Squawk Officer, but I couldn’t find them, and I had to rely on a back flip and Thomas to draw the attention of the Squawk Officer.

They brought back a fat white cat who had been deliberately recruited to be my spouse.

What?

Object?

No, take it away.

I only want my fairies to shovel shit.

I’m not paying attention to that fat cat, he’s lazy like a pig. Every day I know nothing but to eat and sleep, until one day I pass by, and the cat suddenly comes back and turns on Thomas.

I can’t move.

I fell in love.

A few months later, I was so happy when I gave birth to a bunch of little cats, I was sore, and I kept holding my head to encourage me.

The next day, they took the cat to the pet hospital.

I’m just a little cat. I don’t know what it means.

My little cat is going to feed me every day and I’m tired of it.

I’ll take one of my little ones to the old housekeeper, and I’ll show him how to watch over the children.

I’m relieved to go.

Seeing fairies plowed into their arms by a dog man, the move was gentle, but it was a ferocious act to tear her to pieces.

I’m moving a big light bulb and I’m going to go over there and I’m going to kick a hairball next to me.

I don’t want to play, but this furball really grows on my heart.

When I return to my Lord, the hairlines are scattered over the earth, and their clothes are scattered over the earth.

In bed, it’s green.

I don’t know.

All my cats have grown up and inherited my beauty. A beautiful and lovely one has come to ask questions and one has been sent away.

I suddenly felt lonely.

I’ve been lonely for some time, and my life has come.

The fairies had a baby.

The baby’s still cute when he’s not leaving, and I’m always watching him, humming up to his bed and taking his place.

Well, who’s not a baby yet.

Half him, half me. I watched him grow up walking and nightmares came.

Son of a bitch ran after me every day, playing with me, pissing off cats.

What scares the kittens more is that fairies have another sister.

Even though I hate human cubs, as masters of their mothers, they must be guarded.

I’m standing next to the crib as usual, and my older brother is a bit wise, knowing he can’t grab my tail, and he’s with me.

Two people grew up fast.

It’ll be easy to chase and fight, and it’ll compete with the kids next door.

♪ ♪ ♪ My sister’s little boobie ♪

The children next door are not convinced: what is this? My dog can eat. Your cat can eat?

Sister shouts: Yes! Of course!

Then look to me.

I won’t, I won’t, I’m gone.

I ran away and ran away from my neighbor’s dog.

We looked at each other with sadness and compassion.

In a few years’ time, two cubs will be much more stable, fairies will still be so beautiful, and dogs will grow up on preservatives.

But me and the cat are old.

Of course, my appearance is still soft, but I’m old and I’m old and I’m sick.

White cat had a heart attack in the morning.

I haven’t played a hairball in a long time. I’ve got a hairball in front of it.

It’s not moving.

Meow. I’m whispering.

I rarely called, and every squawk officer looked at it, and she found the white cat out of breath, the beautiful eyes dimmed and touched my head.

In the evening, the cat was buried under a tree.

I’m losing my ability to eat.

Fairy Squawk officials feed me with their bare hands, and I hold my head and occasionally rub her hand.

Two little kids came to watch over me after school.

I can’t believe that a dog man has defiled my favorite shrimp.

But I can’t eat anymore.

No, I can’t.

The dog man touched my head and said nothing.

I have scratched my claws for nothing, and I want to bury and treasure the precious good things of a dog man who never skins a shrimp for a scavenger.

Too bad I’m not strong enough.

Next to them are the two little ones, who are old enough to go to high school.

The old housekeeper and his wife, at the age of retirement, brought a cat to look at me, and it took me a long time to recognize a cat that was given to the housekeeper, and now it’s a mother.

The dog man is still handsome and only worthy of my beautiful, gentle fairy shoveler.

I want them to grow old.

The fairy shoveler has been touching my head and is my favorite force. She has always been such a gentle, firm, kind and reasonable person who was the luckiest thing for me.

She chose me when I was a pussycat.

I’ve always, always, loved my own shit-thrower.

I close my eyes slowly.

The world is shining and silent.

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Published in 2022-08-01 13:44 Prohibition of reproduction

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Half moon.

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