Strange Life of a Cat

Er Mao asked the pet center to do a comprehensive check on the tabby cat. The overall condition was not bad.

The veterinarian estimated the cat's age, and to Ermao's surprise, the cat was less than one year old.

"By the way, Mr. Wang, do you want your cat to be sterilized?" the little girl asked, while telling Er Mao about the benefits of sterilization in urban breeding.

"Sterilize? Do you want to cut off the penis?" Er Mao was texting on his mobile phone without raising his head.

The little girl looked confused for a moment, and then said: "...this cat of yours is female."

"Mother?!" Er Mao said in shock.

Damn it, the mother is still so tough? !

"Why do cats and dogs have different ways of identifying male and female?" Er Mao remembered that dogs are pretty easy to identify.

The little girl smiled. Obviously, she had seen many customers like Er Mao. She took out a thin brochure from a cabinet and handed it to Er Mao. Here are some basic facts about cats.

Ermao flipped through the pages and asked, "How much does this book cost?"

"Our pet center printed this ourselves, so I'll give it to you."

That's pretty much it. Ermao threw the booklet into a plastic bag.

In the end, Er Mao refused to allow the operation and took the cat back, which was clean, given injections and had its body checked. The people from the pet center sent the things there according to the address Er Mao filled in.

As soon as the cat's things were placed, Er Mao suddenly felt that the space in the room was smaller. Fortunately, all the items I bought were small items, otherwise it would be really crowded.

I poured cat food into the newly bought cat bowl, and the tabby cat that was sniffing in the new nest came over. What made Er Mao a little disappointed was that the tabby cat didn't seem to be very picky about food and ate very enthusiastically.

It seems that we can't cause trouble with the cat upstairs for the time being.

Ignoring the cat, Er Mao opened the laptop he bought not long ago and logged into the pet website.

The ID "All good names are given by cats" was registered three years ago. At that time, their brothers and sisters went to pet forums under the influence of their master's cat to see if other people's cats also followed the same pattern. The master’s cat has a certain virtue. At that time, this ID was shared by several people, but now it is used by Ermao alone. No one else pays attention to the forum anymore. Even Ermao himself only remembered to log in because of what happened some time ago, otherwise he would not log in here again. ID.

The Internet is developing rapidly in China, and forums have also changed a lot in the past few years. Some people even share some video links.

Ermao looked for pictures and videos of the product upstairs. It was exactly as the girl at the pet center said. Most of the popular posts about cat food included the black cat, and many of the people who responded below also did the same. They came for this black cat, which is what the little girl called BC fans.

After carefully looking at the cat in the picture, Er Mao still attributed the effect in the picture and video to the magic of photography technology. Otherwise, how could it be possible to photograph a local cat into a cat with a changeable temperament like the one in the picture and video? ? After all, cats are not humans, so they don’t have any acting skills. I wouldn’t believe it even if I beat Ermao to death. I guess the little girl at the pet center doesn't know BlackC's true identity, otherwise she wouldn't be so respected. After all, the gap between the advertising pictures and the real thing is not small.

The next day, the weather was sunny, and the temperature rose quickly after a rain.

The tabby cat was lying on the balcony basking in the sun. Ermao was bored and tried the comb that was given when he bought the cat shower gel. The booklet said that combing the cat's hair can not only remove the shed hair in time, but also It can prevent cats from swallowing fur into their stomachs and cause hairball disease. It can also keep the cat's fur beautiful, promote blood circulation in the skin, and enhance the relationship between humans and cats.

Anyway, Er Mao had nothing to do, so he moved a small stool and sat next to him, following the instructions in the brochure on how to comb his hair. After a few attempts, the movements became familiar. Seeing the tabby cat squinting its eyes, Er Mao suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. Look, cats are not that difficult to raise. Why do some people I met before talk about raising cats as if they had eaten strange-flavored beans?

Er Mao was feeling proud when suddenly——

boom!

The sound of hitting the iron fence sounded diagonally above.

The tabby cat, which was lying on the ground and squinting in the sun, suddenly stood up and looked over there. It had become accustomed to being on high alert during its wandering period.

Er Mao also stopped combing his hair and looked over. Inside the iron net, a blue parrot hooked its big paws on the iron net and looked at the person and cat on the third floor with yellow-rimmed eyes.

The general's attention was mainly focused on the tabby cat. He didn't recognize this cat. He had never seen it before. When did this strange cat come? Well, my mouth is a little itchy.

Perhaps feeling the unfriendly signal sent by this parrot, the tabby cat lowered its ears and looked at the parrot on the fourth floor warily.

Er Mao thought it was nothing. Cats and birds were not easy to get along with. His master's cat went to the forest every day to catch birds, both big and small. However, it is rare to see this kind of parrot in China. No wonder the balcony on the fourth floor is surrounded by barbed wire.

Looking at the parrot on the fourth floor, Ermao said with a playful attitude: "Hey, parrot!"

The general inside the iron fence quickly replied in standard American pronunciation with a hint of dialect: "Hello, dick!"

Ermao: "..." Who taught this damn parrot? !

On the balcony on the fifth floor, Zheng Tan was rolling with laughter listening to the conversation below.

The general was definitely unfriendly after seeing the tabby cat, and even attacked Er Mao in this way.

Zheng Tan and the others lived upstairs above Er Mao's building. They were directly above him and could not see what was going on at Er Mao's place. However, he could guess a general situation through the conversation between Er Mao and the general and the low growl of the tabby cat. Fortunately, The people who live in this building have greater tolerance for this, otherwise there will be trouble in the future.

However, with Ermao on the third floor and the others attracting the general's attention, the bird would not bother Zheng Tan so often. Zheng Tan was very pleased with this.

Just as he was preparing to listen to the quarrel below, the rhythmic sound of car horns came from the yard downstairs.

Zheng Tan looked downstairs in confusion. Today was not the weekend. Why would Mr. Fang come here?

Confused, Zheng Tan ran down to unlock the door.

Fang Shaokang brought Tong Qing in. After dragging the cat cart home, every time Fang Shaokang took Zheng Tan out, Tong Qing would come up to help move the cart. Although the car is small, it is not light in weight. Besides, it has to be moved to the fifth floor. Tong Qing will not watch his boss go into battle in person.

"I happen to have time today, so I made an appointment with Lao Liu to talk about something. I have to go on a business trip this weekend, so the time is today. I have already told your cat mother that I will send you back in the evening." Fang Shaokang said, Ask Tong Qing to move the two cars out of the room.

Every once in a while, Fang Shaokang would take Zheng Tan to Lao Liu to discuss business. As some people said, communication also relies on means. However, there are really few people like Fang Shaokang who use cats to communicate. There were few, but it was Lao Liu who took advantage of this trick. No, it should be said that it was Lao Liu and his precious son who took advantage of this trick.

third floor.

After Er Mao heard the parrot curse "Er bitch", he was about to curse back, but thought that this was the faculty dormitory of Chuhua University, so he didn't say anything. He planned to buy a water gun when the time came, and he would shoot the parrot if he cursed it. One shot.

The cat hair that was combed out was rolled into a ball. In fact, it was not much. Ermao was originally going to throw it downstairs, but after thinking about it, he felt that he should be more decent and throw the little cat hair into the trash can with a garbage bag. inside. Seeing that there was almost no garbage in the trash can, Ermao lifted up the garbage bag and tied it in a knot, opened the door and put it outside, and took it with him when he went downstairs. When the temperature rises, the garbage tends to smell, and there is also a pet at home. As for cats, Ermao has often heard of cats digging through trash cans.

Who knew, as soon as he opened the door, Er Mao saw Zheng Tan who happened to be walking to the third floor.

"Yo, big star..."

When he caught a glimpse of the people on the stairs, Er Mao's face froze. He choked back the taunting words he was about to say, quickly retreated into the house and closed the door.

Fang Shaokang stopped Zheng Tan and signaled Tong Qing to wait. Then he walked to the door of Ermao's house and knocked on the door.

"Open the door, stop hiding, I've seen you." Fang Shaokang said calmly.

"No time, I'm shitting!"

"I'll give you ten seconds to wipe your ass. Ten-nine-eight-"

Fang Shaokang looked at the watch on his wrist and counted the time seriously. He didn't care at all about Er Mao Shi Dun's lies.

When the count reached one, Ermao scratched his head and opened the door helplessly, cursing in his mind countless times why he was throwing out the garbage at this time!

"Third uncle."

After shouting weakly, Ermao walked back to the room.

Fang Shaokang looked at the room, and then looked at Er Mao, who was sitting softly on the chair, "Who are you going to fix this time? Or which girl are you interested in?"

"You may have misunderstood me. I have long since turned back as a prodigal son. I have changed my mind, behaved myself, and have five principles, four virtues, and three loves. I am an upright and good young man with a breeze on my sleeves and a red heart pointing toward the sun. Uncle San!" Er Mao quickly clarified.

Zheng Tan glanced sideways at Er Mao. fart! This guy beat people, picked locks, played gangsters, and almost killed people and abandoned their bodies.

Fang Shaokang looked at Er Mao without changing his expression: "The prodigal son is turning back?"

"Yeah!" Er Mao nodded.

"Change your mind?"

"Yes, yes!" Er Mao quickly assured.

"Just keep to yourself?"

"Absolutely true!"

"A good and upright young man?"

"Of course!"

"I don't believe a word of it."

Er Mao: "..." There was injustice and anger on his face.

"However, I'm surprised that you would choose this place to rent an apartment. It seems that you are really ready to change... Of course, that is if you are not trying to pick up female college students."

"I definitely don't have that intention!"

Fang Shaokang looked around the house again. Compared with the place where Er Mao lived before, this house was relatively simple. Moreover, Ermao now didn't look so frivolous, and his clothes and appearance were much more serious.

"It's a good thing to be calm." Fang Shaokang sighed meaningfully, then called Zheng Tan and left. He doesn't have time to talk nonsense here, and he can't control other people's children. At most, as an elder, he can give a few words.

"Hey, third uncle..."

"I won't complain to your parents. Your brother has been decentralized and is busy making political achievements. He is not in Chuhua City now. You can rest assured for the time being. No one will come to arrest you and take you back."

Er Mao breathed a sigh of relief, but why was Third Uncle so nice to that cat? Wei Leng didn't mention it much.

After Zheng Tan and Fang Shaokang left, Er Mao sat on a chair and thought.

"Heimi, do you think I should take a walk?" Er Mao lightly poked the tip of the tabby cat's nose.

"Meow——" The tabby cat didn't understand what Er Mao said, thinking that Er Mao was just playing with it, and tilted its head and rubbed Er Mao's hand.

Er Mao sighed, forget it, let's stick to the old method.

He took out a one-yuan coin and placed it on the tiled floor. With a flick of his finger, the coin started spinning.

"Slip on the front side and stay on the back side."

Snapped!

The tabby cat saw the rotating coin as if it were a toy, and pressed it under its claws.

Er Mao raised his cat's paw and looked at the coins lying on the floor tiles.

A chrysanthemum.

(3.2)