cat bully

After school, Da Tao blocked me at the door of the classroom. He wanted to go home with me to worship my cat master.

I want to send him away. After all, he is not serious. If Master Cat gets angry, I will beat him up too.You said that he was ugly in the first place, if he disfigured his face again, would he still be able to see it?

But Da Tao is like a tire cast by glue, sticking to me and I can't shake it off. In the end, I was so annoyed that I had to agree to him, "Okay, I'll take you to my house, and get off me quickly. Yes, watch the impact!"

Just as I was talking, two girls in school uniforms floated in front of me, and my peripheral vision stayed on Datao and me. Looking at the expressions, it seemed that I was sighing that a flower was stuck on the cow dung.

Da Tao let go of me with a smile, and raised his hand to thump my arm, "Don't you just look at a cat, it looks like it's about to lose a piece of meat, look at your discoloration!"

After entering the door, I yelled as usual and told Master Cat that I was back, but Master Cat never paid any attention to me, as if I was there or not, and it didn't affect him at all.

But to be honest, I do feel that I don’t exist. Even if I don’t go home for a month, Master Cat can keep himself slick.

This is the legendary man is not as good as a cat series?

Before I changed my shoes, Da Tao rushed to the living room with bare feet, stretched her neck, and kept looking around, "Where's the cat, where's the cat, where's your cat?"

Looking at him like that, I think he should be very popular with cats. After all, he looks like a mouse, and he looks very appetizing.

But it's a pity, Master Cat is not interested in mice. He has recently become a vegetarian and doesn't even touch eggs. I suspect that he is going to become a monk.

I picked up Datao’s schoolbag that was thrown on the ground, and just about to reprimand him for misbehaving, I saw him slipping from the study to the bedroom, and then from the bedroom to the toilet, chattering about cats, looking so excited, he seemed really drunk , A mouse who wants to fight a cat.

I followed him to the bedroom, but I saw no one but a butt facing the door—he was lying on the ground with his butt raised high, rummaging under the bed.

I slapped his ass, "What are you doing!"

"I checked the clothes basket under the bed to see if the kitten was hidden in it..."

Da Tao's voice came from under the bed, muffled.

I was stunned for a moment, "How do you know that there is a clothes basket under my bed!"

Da Tao stopped what he was doing, he got out, and patted the ashes, "Cough... I found it by accident when I squatted down to look for the bottom of the bed."

I approached him, cornered him, bit his ear and said, "You seem to be familiar with my family?"

This is the house I rented. I have only lived in it for more than a month, and I am at school during the day, and only go home after school in the afternoon, so I am not familiar with the corners and corners of the house. The movements seem to know my family well.

Da Tao blinked her eyes wildly, and in order not to meet my gaze, she rolled her eyes so hard that her eyeballs almost cramped.In the end, he pushed me away, coquettishly: "What are you doing? Molesting innocent boys in broad daylight? Don't think that being handsome can control other people's sexual orientation."

I looked at him blankly.

"Okay, okay, most of your cats have gone wild, and when the cat owner comes back, you can call me down again!"

After speaking, he grabbed his schoolbag and left.

Afterwards, I searched again, and it turned out that Master Cat was not at home, but I had become used to it. It was different from when I first adopted him. Now he would be at home at night, but he would disappear during the day, but no matter how long he went out, he would always come back. I Don't worry about it being abducted and sold by cat dealers. After all, with its combat effectiveness, it is not bad for abducting and selling cat dealers.

I went to the study and turned on the computer to finish my homework, but I found a photo on the desk. It was the one where the dog urinated a few days ago. I wiped it with alcohol, dried it and put it away. In the drawer of the house, wait for the landlord to come next time, and then return it to him.

That's right, I remember I put it in the drawer, why the hell did it get on the table again?