cat bully

After I named the cat, it became much easier for me to call it. Unlike before, when I called "Hey", it didn't respond. After I had a name, when I called "Cat", it would at least raise its eyelids reluctantly. Give me a look.

But more than a month later, I changed the name of it again, and added the word "Ye" to the original one, becoming "Cat Lord".

This is what I call it from the bottom of my heart, because I found that this cat not only has first-class self-reliance, but also has an outstanding temper - a powerful and hot master, calling it a cat can no longer show its might and arrogance.

Master Cat is naturally cold. At the beginning, I heard that cats like moving things, like chasing mice and staring at crawling insects.

On a whim, I followed the example of other shit shovelers and bought some toys for cats, such as cat teasing sticks, which were ethnic style, with a few hairs hanging from the sticks.

I took the stick and dangled in front of the cat master. The little feathers were so loud that I wanted to grab them. But the cat master was fine. He ignored me at all and just lay down in the nest in a daze. Finally, I was shaken. Annoyed, he ran away from home angrily, and returned to the palace at dinner time.

But I still don't give up. I firmly believe that there are only toys that are not enough to tease, but there is no cat that can't be teased.

I bought an electric mouse, and when the battery was turned on, it ran and "squeaked", screaming happily, and the sound was so crisp that it made people want to smoke it.But its mission is to arouse the cat's desire to chase. I believe that once it comes out, the cat master will definitely be unable to control it and become a crazy cat with chicken blood.

I put the electric mouse on the ground, and it rushed out, rampaging in the living room, with full marks for its trouble-making skills.

The cat master was eating at that time, and he made it himself, adding some chopped vegetable leaves. He was tired of eating cat food and wanted a change.

Hearing the sound of the electric mouse, it glanced up and was stunned for a moment, but remained unmoved and continued to eat with its head down.

I couldn't sit still, "Cat, go catch the mouse, look at these fat mice running around all over the ground, doesn't it arouse the rat abuse in your genes?"

Master Cat ignored me. It seems that the combination of me and the mouse is not worth its meal.

I was very disappointed. I felt that my cat had been out of the sky, and it was beyond the law of the sky-it had the skin of a cat, but it didn't have the soul that a cat should have!

I was about to go back to the room, but I heard a crisp sound, the electric mouse bumped headfirst on Mr. Cat's tableware, the porcelain bowl hit the wall, and my body was smashed to pieces, and the soup in the bowl splashed all over the floor.

Then, I saw Master Cat put his paw on the electric mouse and slapped it hard.

I heard a "boom--", that was the swan song when the machine was scrapped.

Electric mouse, died at 6 minutes and 13 seconds.