The record of the shit shoveling officer who is a lion who is not doing his job properly

46.

I should catch another rabbit and let it try again.

47.

Cindy thinks that there is no need to force it to learn how to hunt. After all, the white cat is not a lion, not to mention that it eats very little. Even if it does not participate in hunting, it is no problem to give it some rations to fill its stomach.

Of course I know.

Even if I have a lion to feed it, it will not be a problem.

What I consider is its self-preservation ability.

What if there is an accident one day, what if it leaves the lion group one day.

It can't even run fast, it's not too tall to climb trees, its teeth are not sharp and its claws are not good...

Why do I think so much.

I easily pulled the tail out from between the white cat's little paws, and flicked it across the head with the long black hair on the tip of the tail.

It purred and stared at me with wide blue eyes.

stupid cat.

48.

dusk.

Night fell on the prairie.

For lions, the day has only just begun.

The lionesses plan to hunt an adult antelope, while the rest of the older lionesses stay on the territory to look after their cubs.

I left the white cat to Silga, and I plan to follow it out to have a look.

The white cat's meowing tends to become louder and thicker recently, and I miss its delicate meowing.

I walked out and found that the white cat Dianpidian followed me, rubbed my hind legs with its forehead, and purred in favor.

I mercilessly picked up the back of its neck and threw it back to Silgar.

Silgar stretched her paws to rest against her chest.

The white cat desperately broke free from Silga's arms, and then raised its tail to follow.

I turned my head and bared it.

It passed under my belly, scratched my belly with the tip of its tail, rubbed its head against my front legs, squatted in front of me, and looked at me expectantly.

The clear blue eyes were smudged to a bright orange by the setting sun, shining brightly.

I snorted dissatisfiedly, turned around and walked out slowly, and it got up excitedly to keep up.

49.

I chose an observation point with a wide view, lying under a bush to hide my figure.

Watch the lionesses in action from a distance through the bushes.

They are separating from each other, setting up an ambush circle.

The white cat lay quietly beside me, looking at the lionesses for a while, and looking up at me curiously for a while.

The reason why it is so far away.

Of course not worrying about the safety of the white cat.

Just to prevent it from ruining the hunting plan because of its possible stupid behavior.

50.

Cindy rushed through the herd of antelope and locked on to an adult antelope that was separated from the herd.

Other lionesses rushed out of the side grass and chased around, separating the prey from the other antelope.

The antelope herd fled in panic.

A young antelope fell and seemed to have broken its leg, and ran limping towards the lake.

I am planning to have White Cat try this.

A baboon jumped from a tree by the lake, pinning down an injured duiker.

My lion doesn't like baboons very much. Their calls are loud and ugly, and they are bustling and noisy all day long.