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

6.

I have nothing to do, today I thought about why I don't mind the little white cats invading my territory again and again.

One reason is that it is simply too small.

Think about other reasons later.

After so many days and still being so small, I always feel that I will die in the next second.

It doesn't matter if I die, I don't have to be so troublesome, I have lost my normal work and rest these days.

I should be sleeping at this time before, I looked at the noon sun.

It meowed non-stop.

It is also called in the middle of the night, and it is also called during the day.

Yelling at it doesn't help either.

But I figured out (with the help of the lionesses) how to deal with it by throwing him to Cindy whenever he barked.

Cindy is a lactating lioness who is very friendly to the kitten and treats her as her own.

I squatted by the side, watching the little white cat's little pink tongue looming among the yellow lion's fur, babbling and drinking milk.

It turns out that it is so interesting to watch the little cubs drink milk.

7.

Although Cindy nursed it, the other lionesses tolerated it very much.

But it just follows me.

This makes me very satisfied, I'm not happy, I'm just satisfied with its self-consciousness.

I'm on a routine tour of the territory today.

You know, our lion patrols the territory and pees along the edge of the territory, but it seems to have learned badly, and also followed me to pee.

I growled at it, and its blue eyes widened.

Then followed me all the way to pee all the way.

I tried to cover up its cat urine with dirt, grass, and sand, but then I got too tired.

How can a kitten have so much urine.

If the hyena pack in the north smells the cat urine next to the lion urine.

Can't handle that much anymore.

I seem to have lost my dignity as a lion.

8.

It couldn't walk halfway with me, and I still haven't finished patrolling most of the territory.

But it grieved and meowed from time to time behind me.

I looked back at it impatiently, trouble, drag the oil bottle, since you know you can't walk, don't follow.

Its legs trembled a little.

I reluctantly hunched it up and moved on, just so as not to delay my inspection of the territory.

It lay on its stomach carefully, which was fine.

I turned upside down on purpose, feeling its tiny claws hooking me, slightly itchy.

I flicked my mane.

It made a small protest from my back.

9.

Cindy suggested I give it a name.

Isn't the little white cat very good?

I thought about it, the second reason is that its barking is still cute, it would be nice if it didn't bark so often.

Plus he's got too much energy and climbed to the second branch today.

Nothing to celebrate.

As a lion, I have no disdain for such stupid behaviors as climbing trees.

Weak animals like leopards climb trees when they cannot protect their prey and themselves.

Climbing a tree, hum, nothing to worry about.

10.

It climbed to the third branch today, meowing non-stop on it, as if it didn't know how to get down.

See, as I said earlier, climbing trees is stupid.

I yelled a few times under the tree to let it loose its claws and jump down, but it didn't dare, since it didn't have the guts, don't go to death.

It's really going to get me into trouble.

I tried to claw at the trunk, but even with my sharp claws, it was not enough to support me to climb the first branch.

But because of my movements, the whole big tree kept shaking.

It falls.

It stretched out its claws halfway and tried to grab the branch, stopped it a few times, but failed in the end.

It hit the whole cat on my face.

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