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

21.

I thought of the third reason, after the white cat was around, there were a lot fewer flies that annoyed the lions around.

To add to what I said before, besides mice, there are also flies that are suitable for it to hunt on the grassland.

Because it is always energetically pouncing on the little black spots flying around me, with its two little paws stretched out and overlapped, and the fleshy ball in the center of its claws is used to press down on the flies, its upper body is lowered to the ground, and its little buttocks are pouted. , The fluffy white tail sweeps around on the ground, sometimes brushing in front of my paws.

The way it hunts is really stupid.

22.

Now that it is talking about its tail, one thing has to be mentioned.

When it sees me, it will put its tail up, and use its head and body to rub against my legs, mane or face, and the little pink chrysanthemums are exposed.

Also, I didn't look at its chrysanthemum on purpose.

23.

In addition to attacking those flies that annoy the lion, it also regards my tail as an imaginary enemy, to be precise, the hair on the tip of the tail.

It's not as long as a cat's tail is mine.

During the day, I lay down on the ground to take a nap, and the white cat was fighting with my tail behind me, jumping around, or on its belly, holding my tail with its two front paws, and kicking with its two hind legs alternately.

However, they often only kick their own faces, and they never get tired of it.

I glanced back indifferently, flicked my tail, pulled it out of its mouth, and patted it with the tip of it.

It didn't receive a warning, but jumped back a few steps more excitedly, lowered its upper body, stared at its round blue eyes, and then swooped forward.

As expected, it missed and bumped into my ass.

I growled and scolded it.

It shook its head and got up, rubbing the side of its face affectionately against my buttocks.

I simply changed from a prone position to a side-lying position, and sighed.

24.

I found a more playful way.

When it swung my tail, I swung it forward, and then it swooped and jumped, couldn't stop, and rushed into my arms, a small and soft ball.

Wait, what am I doing.

25.

At noon, the sun on the grassland was extremely warm.

I was so hot that I opened my mouth and panted heavily, my tongue lolling out of the corner of my mouth.

The white cat also stretched its body long, revealing its soft, fluffy white belly. It rested between my two paws, and from time to time used the small pads to tease my tongue protruding from the corner of its mouth.

I looked down at him and opened my mouth to pretend to bite its paws. It opened its eyes wide and curled up lazily, kicking my nose with its hind legs. I opened my mouth wide and bit its hind legs into it. It had to Meowing and begging for mercy.

I let go, licked my nose with my tongue, and then licked its little feet.

It still had its belly upturned, curled up its two little paws, licked one with its little pink tongue, and then turned its head to lick the other.

Gradually, narrowing his blue eyes, he fell asleep.

It's too dangerous to always show your belly unsuspectingly like this, and you really need to be educated.