[Crossover] The Hardships of a Cat's Life

My wife liked your article so much that she copied a paragraph of it herself! ! ! The day I selected Peter was an August. The sky was clear and the autumn wind was blowing. He was called a little black man, maybe a little black man? Who cares, anyway, I used to call him a little black man, because he is dark and small, just a little taller than Peter. Back to the subject, the little black man blocked Peter at the entrance of the alley again and asked Peter to hand over his bag. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with me, but Peter's bag contained my dinner, and I smelled it. The pickled cucumber and ham sandwich from the second burger shop to the left of the corner fruit shop. Although I don't like pickled cucumbers, I like the pickled cucumber and ham sandwich! What? You said I can't eat that thing? Oh my God, who said I can't eat it? No one can limit my diet! No! Yes! Except milk. Yes, because I am lactose intolerant. When the little black guy asked Peter to hand over his bag, he asked Peter to hand over my dinner. Hey, who gave him the courage to steal my dinner? You know, in this area of New York, no cat dares to steal my things, let alone a person? I sharpened my claws. They were very good and sharp. I felt that I needed to teach this little black guy a lesson. So I jumped on his face lightly and scratched his face a few times. I swear it's really just a gentle scratch, which will break the skin a little at most and won't even bleed. I only like clean cats and I hate blood. Then the little black guy was scratched away by me. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, tut tut, I heard him saying words that I couldn't quite understand (I believe it was just some human trash talk), while shouting "Peter, wait for me!" And left. Villains are always like this. After being beaten away by the righteous men, they still have to stay and come back to fight later. It's really stupid. I sat on the box, licked my paws and washed my face. You know, a lady cat should be elegant even if it fights, no, when it is protecting other cats (people). What? You asked me when I got on the box? I got up right after I finished scratching the little black one that was unflattering and winking. Didn't you see it? It's normal. I don't expect a guy like you to be able to see my movements clearly. Peter was such a fool, he almost handed over my dinner. When he was alone, he stopped resisting the little black guy. On the contrary, when I went to scratch the little black guy, he didn't know where he got the courage to resist the little black guy, and he didn't know how to run away. "Hey, Chocolate, thank you." Peter looked up at me, "You helped me again, come down for dinner?" He folded his arms together, ready to catch me. Well, I'll give you the honor of eating with me, I thought as I jumped into his arms. Long live the pickle and ham sandwich! Although humans are stupid most of the time, I mean, not very bright, they are really good at making food, but that must be because they have hands and we only have claws. You can't expect me to use my claws to do things like frying and cooking. I'm just a kitten. "Lightning always bullies people like this. I really hate him." Peter broke the sandwich into small pieces and fed them to me piece by piece. "He is so good at sports, why can't he use his energy for serious things? What else would he do besides bullying his classmates?" Lightning is the little black guy, I know his name, but so what, I just like to call him black guy, the guy who doesn't like cats, I refuse to call him by his name, hum. "If I had such good physical fitness, I wouldn't bully my classmates." Peter held the last few sandwiches in one hand and started to stroke me from the beginning with the other hand. "Forget it, Chocolate, are you willing to go home with me? My father and mother agreed that I would raise a cat. I want to raise you more than buying a cat. Will you go home with me?" I couldn't help but shake my hair, and I had to admit that Peter's skills in petting the cat were getting better and better. But a house cat? No, no, no, I don't want one. I don't want to be trapped in a room. I slipped out of Peter's arms and jumped back onto the box. I, the New York cat tyrant, will never be raised by humans. Peter stood up and looked at me, "Don't you want to?" He lowered his head again and packed his bag very slowly, "I should know that no one will like me, and neither do animals." I heard a very soft sniffling sound, or sobbing? I rubbed my paws a little irritably, and made a "meow" sound, which didn't make any sense. Translated into human language, it probably means "Damn"? Soon, Peter raised his head and smiled at me, "It's okay, maybe Chocolate just didn't understand." He patted his watch. This is our code, which means he will come tomorrow. "I'll come see you after school tomorrow. Remember to wait for me." But I still felt his depression. Why, cats are very sensitive, don't you know? Peter was almost out of the alley, and his back was a little thin. I hesitated for a moment, then chased after him and rubbed against his feet a few times. "Okay, I choose you," I said to him. But I guess he didn't understand at all, because he was so surprised that he lifted me up and held me in front of his eyes, "Hey, Chocolate, are you willing to come to me?" He picked me up in his arms and said, "Come on, I'll take you home! Your parents will also like you very much, I promise!" There are logical problems with his words, because first of all, I chose him, not he chose me. This is not a two-way choice, it is unilateral! I say yes! You can't refute the logic of a cat! I will not make mistakes! Secondly, I only chose Peter. As for his parents, I accept it for Peter's sake. I am not a bad cat who steals other people's children, nor is I a stupid cat who doesn't understand the world. I'm totally fine with raising him with his parents, he's just too weak. You ask me what I said before? Which one do you mean will never be raised by humans? Are you calling me a liar? Are you kidding me about a cat? Of course I won't be raised. Didn't you see? I said I would only choose the people I want to raise. The key point is, "I choose the person I want to raise." Now you understand. Why choose Peter? Peter, just give it a try. What would such a weak guy do without me? What? Are there any more questions? Oh my god, you have too many questions. It's like a walking "100,000 whys?" Ask quickly, I still have something to do? Why did you meet Peter on Saturday? To be honest, your question is like asking why I was born in May. Different? Humans don't have Saturdays? Please, I'm not a human being, I'm just a kitten. Can't I set my own time? Which law says that cats have to follow human time divisions? There is no such thing. I am happy to have August. I just have August. You can't allow me not to have it just because you don't have it! Did I stretch out my paws? I don't admit it. I'm leaving. You're too annoying and have too many questions. I'll never see you again if I have the chance. Bye~

I really like this article, so cute and healing! ! !

An aunt's smile is sweet from beginning to end Great!

I used to be very envious of people with cats, but now! I am also a cat person. I have a Siamese, which is really naughty😂

Finished spreading flowers ~ I also want to play with Mary's hair to comfort me. I just read an article about Wenming, which is obviously a cookie, but it made me a little depressed qaq and made me want to die. Of course, I'm better now, but I still want to play with Mary | (￣3￣) | When will the Muppet Super Store be opened? I really like Dachao recently (≧▽≦)

I have to say goodbye to Mary, goodbye Mary~

Finished spreading flowers! ! QwqHey, Mary is married and has a baby. I can't bear to part with it.

Did I see it too late? Is it over?

It ended suddenly, I only missed a few days to finish it. Meow meow meow (=^???^=) Awesome ε?(?> ? <)? з-?

⊙?⊙! Finished with flowers╰(*?`*)╯