Speaking of the experience of petting cats, Wu Liang still has it, I think when Wu Liang was a bear child, because his parents were busy with work, his grandparents were always taking care of him during the winter and summer vacations, and basically every family in the village would raise cats to catch mice.

At that time, Wu Liangke, the naughty bear child version of the bear who was mischievous all day long, also went up to the tree to dig out the bird's nest, and the second kick and blew up the mouse hole as a fancy demon little bully, was a dare to run to the top of the steamed bun mountain in the middle of the night and yelled: Which one is not satisfied with the lord who stands up. (Mantou Mountain is a small mountain bag full of ownerless desolate graves in Wu Liang's hometown, because the round tomb is very similar to steamed bread, so it is named Mantou Mountain.) ）

The only thing that can calm the bear child is the big black and white cat that can only laze in the sun all day long and never catch mice.

It's strange to say, I don't know why this big fat cat and Wu Liang, a bear child who was hated by dogs at that time, were particularly in love, and they had to sleep together in Wu Liang's bed every day when they took a nap.

And the bear child also has a special impression of this little friend who sent it to the door, and always has to save a little delicious food from the mouth to feed the cat, (85 years ago, the children's shoes should have an impression of that period, when the materials were relatively scarce, just have money and not buy something to have a ticket, and the quota on the card is used up and there is no way to get something rich.) In contrast, the rural areas of the Northeast are a little better, the pheasants and hares in the mountains, the fish and shrimp in the rivers, as long as they are willing to do it, they can basically see some oil stars on the dinner table every day. Even if I was scolded by my grandmother, I never tired of it every day. (The author's personal experience, get up at five o'clock in the morning with an air gun and a flashlight to go up the mountain to fight rabbits and sparrows, go home at seven o'clock and basically have no empty hands, and after school at five o'clock in the afternoon, I go to the river to fish for two hours with a fishing rod, and there are more than a dozen small fish the size of a palm, and the food is okay!) ）

After eleven years of delicious and delicious feeding, when Wu Liang graduated from junior high school at the age of sixteen, the big fat cat dragged his body that had long been agile and squeezed into Wu Liang's arms, and ran away from home after saying the last hello, and never saw it again. Listening to the old people, the cat is a particularly spiritual animal, when it feels that its limit is approaching, it will say goodbye to the family for the last time, and then find a place that people can't find and wait for death, which is often said that the cat is old up the mountain.

Wu Liang was sad for a long time, and later his grandparents also passed away due to illness one after another, and he slowly let go of the number of times he returned to his hometown.

Now seeing these two little babies who are also black and white, Wu Liang feels that the soul of the shovel officer who has been suppressed in his body for more than ten years has awakened again, (the author of the dog lover: Are you sure it's not Toxoplasma gondii infection?) And out of control. Carrying a large pile of bits and pieces back to the room, he carefully wrapped the two damp little ones in a towel and took them upstairs with cat food.

tiptoed open the door a crack, it's still early, Ah Xiang is brushing the dishes and the feather fang is lying on the sofa staring at the photo pictorial drooling, the painting style is quite normal, it seems that the events of the previous few days have passed, and the alarm can be lifted!

knocked on the door, hugged the two meows and walked in, Xu is too familiar reason, the feather fang didn't even come out to know who came in: "Wu, what are you bringing here?" Supper? ”

Ah Xiang also looked back when she heard the voice, and immediately exclaimed: "Ah! So cute! ”

A scream was so startled that the feather fangs fell off, and he leaned out of the sofa in a daze: "Wu? Lovely? What the heck! ”

"Pinch haha! Picked up two kittens that no one wants, Ah Xiang, there should still be milk, right?"

Hurriedly drying his wet hands on the apron, Ah Xiang ran over in a few steps and took the kitten from Wu Liang's hand, "There are several boxes in the refrigerator, but can they feed themselves at such a young age?" ”

Wu Liang took out the milk pot from the cupboard, heated the milk that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, soaked a little kitten ration with a small saucer, brought it back, put it in front of the kittens, and said uncertainly: "I don't know!" I've never served such a small cat, so let's try it first! ”

Maybe they were hungry, and the two kittens had no resistance in front of the milk, so they staggered out of the towel and licked the milk with their little pink tongues, even if they rubbed their heads all over their faces.

The cute movements of the little kitten made Ah Xiang cry cute, and even the feather fang, which was originally lying on the sofa and did not move, was blown out, limping to the dining table, teasing the tail of one of the kittens with his fingers, and was slapped back by Ah Xiang's evil paws.

Sure enough, moe is justice! Even an iron-blooded tough guy like the Feather Fang has to bow down in front of the cute beast.

The two kittens generally wiped out a whole plate of milk, and even the soaked soft cat food ate a lot, and after eating and drinking, they turned back to their original weak appearance, ran back to the towel and held it together, looking at the three huge two-legged beasts that were completely unfamiliar and meowing non-stop.

I wiped the milk beads on the faces of the two little ones with a towel, and raised them one by one to the light to check them, and found that both of them were little girls, no wonder the children who left the note used them to describe the kittens. It may be that the towel has its own smell, the little cat is quite close to Wu Liang, and the four little paws grabbed Wu Liang's fingers and played.

Seeing Wu Liang playing with the kittens with his fingers, the feather fang couldn't help it, taking advantage of Ah Xiang's inattention, he decisively took one away from the table, lame and ran a few steps to the sofa to sit cross-legged, and didn't look at the swimsuit photo, and concentrated on picking up the cat.

Ah Xiang was sitting at the table, teasing the other one with her eyes shining, and when the kitten curled up in the palm of her hand and fell asleep, she was even more excited and almost screamed.

There is really no resistance to this kind of cute and cute little guy, Ah Xiang's motherhood is super explosive, and without saying anything, she snatched custody from Wu Liang and forcibly adopted the two little guys.

Originally, he just planned to borrow milk, but in a blink of an eye, the two masters became someone else's, and Wu Liang was quite helpless by such an unreasonable play! wanted to raise a sign to protest, but Ah Xiang squinted his eyes, and the murderous aura rushed to the sky! Meow! The battlefield intuition level that hasn't moved for a long time has jumped up five experience points in one go, just to get the two meows back, as for such a big feud?

Seeing that the protest was ineffective, it should be said that it was the incarnation of the poisonous vegetable who was not allowed to protest at all, Wu Liang, who was single and weak, had no choice but to give in to the Great Demon King of Ah Xiang, and obediently handed over the ---- cat shovel that he bought with real money to symbolize the supreme authority of the shovel official.