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

11.

I don't really want to care about it, it is too active to listen to the lion's words.

I picked it up and threw it to a group of lionesses. The lionesses surrounded it with great enthusiasm, rubbed and licked it, and its little one raised its head and meowed at me helplessly.

I glanced at it, turned away, and took a nap in my exclusive area under the tree by myself as I used to do.

And controlled his eyes to move away from that damned little white figure between the lionesses in the distance.

I simply closed my eyes and went to sleep.

But there seemed to be mournful meows coming from my ears, like a soul.

I snorted irritably, lowered my head, and put my chin on my claws.

12.

The white cat is missing,

The lionesses drooped their ears and told me that they searched the territory but couldn't find it, and the white cat might have run out of the territory by itself.

How did this group of lionesses be mothers, how could they let a little cub disappear for no reason and run so far by itself.

I growled at them twice, went back to the big tree and circled twice, and got down again.

Just lost it.

I no longer have to sacrifice my nap time to watch it, no longer have to carry that oil bottle on my back when patrolling the territory, and no longer have to worry about it climbing trees and hitting me in the face without listening to the lion's words.

I looked up at the empty tree branches.

13.

I went to find it.

14.

When I found it, it hid in a bush, huddled up pitifully, and turned into a gray cat again.

After bringing back the lions, the lionesses came up to express their concern, and I gave them back.

Under the tree, I let it lie on its back between my two paws, and licked it for a long time. Actually, it didn't take much effort. I licked it up with my tongue, and half of its hair was wet.

It whimpered and squinted its eyes halfway, revealing some faint blue luster, and stretched out the tip of its pink tongue to lick my nose back, it was too small to feel it at all.

I looked at its pink nose and small mouth, blinked, and took a breath.

It sneezes.

15.

It has developed a bad habit of peeing everywhere, but I don't plan to abandon it for the time being. After all, it is very troublesome to find it if it is lost, and it is so dirty that I need a lion to clean it up myself.

So I picked a relatively hidden place behind a big tree, used my thick claws to dig out a sandpit, and picked up a pile of dry grass to cover it, and then taught it to pee and defecate in this place.

It sniffed and sniffed around the pit, went in to pick it up, crawled out again and squatted down, tilting its head up and looking at me.

I growled a few times and repeated, do you know if you have to pee here.

Its eyes are blue, and it seems that the sky of the whole grassland is taken into it.

But it still can't hide its stupid look, it's too stupid, so the body will be small and the brain will be small, as expected.

I looked around, and there was a relatively long distance from the lionesses, and they were all resting.

I yelled at it, and it still looked at me stupidly.

Why is its face so small and so pointed? Obviously, Cindy feeds it many times every day, but compared to the group of little bastard lion cubs, its food intake is really too little, which I am very dissatisfied with.

This pit was prepared for it, but it was too small for me, and I jumped into it, and the entire pit disappeared.

I peed a few drops of urine on it, beckoning to it.

It hesitantly climbed up to smell and look at me, and I yelled at it impatiently.