My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

Coming out of the pet store, I refused to carry Adrian into the basket in front of the little electric donkey.

He'd better take a few extra steps on those four short legs and calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Adrian trotted after me, "His hair looks like a cat tease, I was dazzled for a while."

"Adrian, this is not an excuse. I know how good the eyesight of a holy swordsman is."

"But I'm a cat now, meow~"

"Don't try to get away with being cute, it's useless to me." I carried him into the car basket and looked at him face to face.

"Don't bother me anymore, okay? We're going to visit a necromancer's house later on. We have to make an agreement that no running, touching, or screaming is allowed. Otherwise, you'll sleep on the sofa with the skeleton in your arms tonight."

Adrian pursed his ears and nodded reluctantly.

"There is also the compensation for the loss to the store just now and the compensation to that clerk. It is a huge sum of money, and this must be recorded in your account."

"Okay, remember, remember, don't drive me out of bed."

My good friend Joshua is a necromancer. Necromancer is not something you can do without being afraid of ghosts. You need to have a strong talent. Only one out of every [-] magicians can awaken as a necromancer.

And dealing with the dead is not a setting that everyone can accept.

Joshua is an example - he is afraid of ghosts.

He once said that the day he awakened as a necromancer, when he opened his eyes, the bedside was crowded with skeletons, and there were many ghosts on the top of the bed and under the quilt, men, women, old and young, hugging left and right.

He was so scared that he washed the sheets for three days.

So every time I stay at his house, I bring my own bedding.

Because he was afraid of ghosts, he postponed his graduation for several semesters, and he didn't really adapt to his identity until he was about two hundred years old.

Joshua is said to be either [-] or [-] this year, which is a big threshold anyway.

No matter what age, people either fear death or avoid it.

So the necromancer has very few friends, and I am the only new friend he made after he turned six hundred.

Joshua and I have become familiar enough to have the keys to each other's house, and we can enter without knocking.

With what I brought for Joshua in one hand and Adrian in the other arm, I took out the key and turned the door.

Joshua's skeleton waiter took what was in my hand, then tried to hold the cat for me.

He seemed to have underestimated Adrian's weight, and the half-drawn palm fell off.

Adrian ran into the inner room in embarrassment, and I embarrassedly helped him pick up the finger bones.

"What is Joshua doing?"

"I just woke up, and I dreamed of Andy again last night." He said while dropping bone powder.

Andy was Joshua's former lover, a fallen angel who lived to die at the age of [-]. When the angel sacrificed his soul and fell into the sky, he lost the chance of reincarnation and could not be summoned as a ghost to stay in the world forever .

It is said that after his death, Joshua was distraught and wanted to follow him several times, but the life and death of the necromancer could not be decided by himself, and Joshua was depressed for a long time.

All of this happened hundreds of years ago. When I met Joshua, he was already a bewildered internet-addicted teenager who was half-baked and half-nerdy.

Joshua's age will always be fixed at the time of awakening at the age of 23, which happens to be the age when the last trace of youthfulness fades away.

He has creamy white skin and soft brown curly hair. Even with two dark circles under his eyes forever, he has a higher rate of turning heads than me.

His favorite game is to guess the age of the men who come to flirt with him, and every time he is scared to death.

I put the food into Joshua's kitchen, then made him a glass of honey water, and walked into the living room with it.

I saw Adrian bowing his body and hissing at Joshua on the sofa, his voice was almost hoarse.

"Is it time for your cat to be neutered? It's such a big temper."

Joshua scratched his feet and changed the TV channel boredly.

"If you're full, just ignore him." I handed him the honey water.

"Ah, baby, you are so sweet, how can I live without you." Joshua hugged my waist and Adrian arched his body and wanted to pounce on him and scratch him.

This action is very familiar to me now, half an hour ago he scratched the silver-haired waiter all over his face.

"Hey, what did we say on the way here?" I kick Adrian sideways with my foot.

Adrian was still reluctant, so I had no choice but to take him to the next room to "talk".

"What are you crazy about!"

"He hugged you, but he dared to hug you in front of my face." Adrian was so angry that his beard pouted, and he turned around in place.

"Any questions?"

"Is it okay? Do you think it's okay?" Adrian was almost mad. He turned his face away and refused to communicate with me.

I suddenly discovered that his face can be perfectly attached to the wall without any gaps, which is really funny.

"Hey, you have to make it clear when you lose your temper."

"You're my husband, cuddling with other wild men, isn't that a problem? Shouldn't I be angry? Who knows if more excessive things happen when I'm not at home."

I felt a puff of air in my chest.

"So that's how you've been looking at me?"

Adrian muttered, "You guys make it hard for me not to think about it."

I became irritable in an instant: "You are the one who doesn't go home, and you are the one who gets entangled with the red-haired girl. Now you pour a basin of dirty water on my head instead, Adrian, you have to be ashamed."

I thought he would have a fierce quarrel with me, and there might be another fight, but in the end he just raised his face and asked me: "Are you jealous?"

I laughed angrily, and asked back: "What about you, are you also jealous?"

Adrian calmed down when he heard my question: "You're just jealous." After speaking, he glanced at me, wagged his damn tail, and ran away through the door.

I really saw Merlin's ghost!

Instead, I sat facing the wall for 5 minutes before suppressing my anger.

When I went out, Adrian was shamelessly chasing a bone sparrow. The sparrow was conjured by Joshua. It flew neither fast nor slow, and always kept a certain distance from the cat so that he could neither catch it nor Always feel there is hope.

Adrian jumped up and down after the dead bird, his tired tongue was about to come out, but his expression was not happy, I think it was probably the cat part of him again.

I pretended not to see his eyes begging for help, just bear it myself, who made you angry with me.