My name is Toast, the meanest kitten on the street. My shit-sweeper, Shen Rang, runs a coffee shop and stares at the coffee machine every day - that's the spot in the corner where he stares every day. He's so stupid. Lin Jue, the painter, was so afraid of society that he didn't dare to enter the door. He only dared to go into the store at four o'clock in the morning and huddle in the corner to draw sketches - ha, two-legged beast.
This cat really can't stand it anymore: the whole shit shovel meows, squats next to Lin Jue's sketchbook to supervise the work, and uses his tail to entangle their eyes! Finally I pushed them both into the same bed, and I squatted on the bedside and sneered: "Humans have to rely on smart cats like me to fall in love."
Don't thank me, I just think you are too ink.
🐱 Our store clerk specializes in treating social anxiety and boredom. The walls are full of paintings, and he is still painting. Because the person being painted is always there.
Intention: A touch of happiness
