My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

The cat was quite angry, and ran to the bedroom alone without even eating dinner. This is a bit like Adrian, and I originally ordered the kitchen to cook a small fish soup.

Very good, the small fish soup is mine, it tastes good.

I ate and drank soup, went to Disney and wandered around before going back to bed.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard someone talking in the room - "Take me up to sleep, you idiot, are you trying to freeze me to death!"

Damn it, it's haunted!

I turned on the light and looked around with my wand, but there was no one in the room.

"Idiot, I'm here, where are you looking!"

I followed the sound and lowered my head, and saw the ginger-colored Garfield squatting at the head of my bed, looking at me with big eyes.

"Are you talking?"

"Otherwise, is there anyone else in this room?"

My heart almost jumped out of my throat, this cat was about to become a sperm, but after thinking about it, this cat was originally transformed by Adrian, and it is not unusual for it to be able to talk.

But I always thought that he just turned into a cat, not a cat that retains human consciousness and can open its mouth to talk.

I also slapped him on the forehead in the afternoon.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to hit the wall.

"Hurry up and hug me up, the bed is too high, I can't jump on it, won't you let me go to bed if you don't feed me?"

The holy swordsman who was originally an ice cube became a chatterbox after turning into a cat.

What else can I do, of course, hug him up.

But Adrian was not satisfied after getting into bed, he continued to scratch my bed: "Let me sleep in, my hair is too short, I will freeze to death."

I offered to cast a warming spell on him.

"No, the Warming Charm makes my hair static."

Ha ha.

After three years of marriage, Adrian and I slept in the same bed for the first time, albeit in the form of a cat.

I woke up before dawn the next day.

In fact, I haven't woken up so early in many years. The last time I watched the sunrise was the day I married Adrian.

It took me a while to fully wake up.

My reason for waking up early is weighing on my chest right now.

I don't know when Adrian climbed onto me. His hind paws kicked my chin, his head rested on my belly, and he rose and fell with my breathing.

I grabbed the nape of his neck and threw him off the bed... up and down... bang!

"Meow!... No, is there an earthquake! Is there a monster coming! Come on, brothers!" Bang!boom!

The silly cat hit the bedpost.

I turned around in a good mood.

By the time Adrian swung his four fat legs and dragged the old fart mat I put in the corner to the side of the bed to pile it up, and then climbed onto the bed with the help of this step, I had already woken up and returned to the cage.

I looked at the turmeric flatbread face sitting next to the pillow and let out a sigh.

"Are you hungry? Want to eat?"

Turmeric Flatbread let out a loud bowel sound, and his face became even more deflated.

To tell you the truth, I don’t really like cats as creatures. They obviously have a strong ability to prey, but they rely on human support. Unlike plants, as long as they are given some sunlight and water, they can get out of the cracks in rocks.

Although Adrian is not a real cat, he still has some cat habits while retaining human consciousness.

No, I asked the kitchen to prepare human food for him and specially made it softer with less salt.

As a result, after he took a few bites, he vomited into the plate for me.

I raised a hand, and he squatted behind the plate and stared innocently at me with big eyes.

"Meow~"

"I counted one, two, three, and you licked it clean."

"Meow~"

I'm still fine, and the maid watching beside me can't take it anymore.

"Okay sir, it's just a kitten, don't be as knowledgeable as it is, what does it know?"

The maid took the plate away to clean it up and tried to pick it up.

Adrian nimbly avoided her hand and jumped onto my lap.

The maid looked at it kindly.

"So cute."

"It doesn't even let you touch it, yet you still praise it."

The maid said: "Cats have such individuality. They will choose the humans they like. For those they don't like, no matter how friendly they are, they will not lie. It is because they are so principled that they are even more cute."

I expressed my admiration for this divine logic. People who love cats really have a masochistic physique.

Adrian gave me a smug look in my arms, then licked his paws and began to wash his face.

Sure enough, it caused a series of exclamations from the maid.

And he pushed his nose up and tried to stand up and lick my chin.

The maid was dying of envy.

I mercilessly grabbed the nape of his neck and carried him back to the bedroom.