While I was grooming the fat Persian cat, Sister Zhao's voice came from behind the counter like thunder.
"Jiang Ci! You're spoiling it again!"
The Persian cat yawned in my arms, its sleek fur combing all over the floor. I looked up and saw Sister Zhao with her hands on her hips, her saliva almost spraying into my face: "This little ancestor just scratched my set of imported white steel scissors last week, have you forgotten?"
"Sister, look how much he enjoys it." I pointed to the cat in my arms with my chin. The fat cat was lying on its back with its eyes narrowed and a gurgling sound in its throat, like an engine.
"Enjoy it!" Sister Zhao snatched the comb, "If you treat me like this, our store should be renamed 'Uncle Meow Health Club'. Who pays the rent at the end of the month? You pay it?"
I opened my mouth, but finally chose to shut up.
