"A mouse, a dried fish! I know you understand~! How about it, do you want to do it or not?!"
"If a cat doesn't catch mice, what's the difference between it and this salted fish?"
Under the tree, a little witch wearing small leather shoes and holding a stuffed bear squatted on the ground, persuading the bold cats in front of her with earnest words, trying to complete her task by 'hiring'.
Zheng Qing did not get down from the tree, but still lay on the branch, taking his time to watch the interaction between the little witch and the cats.
The cats that dare to go down the tree are all relatively large cats. For example, there is a Norwegian forest cat with fluffy fur and ears that appear to be much smaller. Maybe this affects its hearing, so the difference between this cat and the little witch is
The distance between them is extremely close - of course, it is more likely that the big cat is salivating over the dried fish in the little witch's hand.
"One mouse, one dried fish!" Li Meng stretched out the furry bear in front of him, blocking the approach of the forest cat. At the same time, he raised his voice and emphasized: "No mice, no dried fish~~"
She pronounced the last word with her habitual pulling tone, as if singing.
It's just that the big cats in front of her didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of vocal music. All the cats' eyes were fixed on the fragrant dried fish, and their heads and arms were swaying up and down in accordance with the swing of the little witch.
"Damn pointy-eared thief! Get your claws away from my face!!"
In Li Meng's hand, the stuffed bear struggled hard, glaring with a pair of glass eyes, and growled at the forest cat in front of him: "You are so close, do you have a mouse? You don't even have a mouse, do you have the nerve to be a cat? Damn it.
You idiot, die!"
The forest cat, which was originally attracted by the dried fish, finally changed its attention when the stuffed bear screamed, and moved its gaze to the stuffed bear - maybe it wanted to get closer, as it had just fiddled with it with its paws.
The stuffed bear in front of me.
But obviously, this stuffed bear is not a good-tempered doll.
On the tree, Zheng Qing happily put his two front paws on his chest and looked leisurely at the small conflict below. In his impression, the forest cat was not a good-tempered guy. Not long ago, a
The Maine Coon cat tried to climb onto the tree branch above it, but was slapped to the ground by the forest cat for no reason.
According to Zheng Qing's understanding, this forest cat can be regarded as the dominant presence among the forty or fifty cats in these trees. It is natural to have a little temper.
Therefore, he felt that Li Meng's stuffed bear was going to be in bad luck.
He has never had a good impression of the stuffed bear - and he has always been curious. It is obviously the doll of two witches, how could this stuffed bear have such a bad temper? Jiang Yu won't say it, Li
Although Meng is a bit unruly, he rarely utters bad words. God knows where the stuffed bear learned the messy slang from.
Or is it that after the doll is enlightened through alchemy, it will naturally master this bad habit? If this rule was made by a certain god, then this god must be too evil.
Just as he was thinking about these useless things, the situation under the tree and on the field changed again.
After being scolded by the stuffed bear for a few times, the huge forest cat immediately gave up on the dried fish in the witch's hand, and instead squinted its eyes and stared at the stuffed bear. A threatening purr came from its throat.
, the hair on his body exploded, and his body size seemed to have grown in size in an instant.
The stuffed bear seemed to be frightened by the threat of the forest cat, and immediately stopped talking. Its two glass eyeballs were rolling around, and its limbs were fluttering, as if it wanted to avoid the front of the big cat. However, it was caught by Li Meng.
Lifted in the air, its two short legs are still a few feet away from the ground, so even if it flutters its limbs, it is just struggling in place. [￥# @&Free Reading]
"Li Neng, stop making trouble!!" Li Meng shook her arms impatiently, as if she wanted to throw the stuffed bear on the ground, but after taking a look at the dirty and slippery soil on the ground, she gave up the plan.
"If you make trouble again, I will hang you on the fan when you get back!" the little witch threatened, then turned her head and looked at an exotic short-haired cat squatting beside her: "Well, you are a little bit small as a mouse.
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This is an orange short-haired cat with fluffy and thick hair, a flat face, and the corners of its eyes are slightly drooped downward. Together with the corners of its mouth that are also drooping, it always gives people a wronged expression.
At this moment, the short-haired cat was biting a little mouse that was about an inch long, and was sitting quietly in front of Li Meng.
"This mouse of yours is too small. It feels like it has just grown fur." The little witch bit her lips and seemed to be a little hesitant. But when she looked around, there was no one except this short-haired cat.
The second cat responded to her hire.
"Meow~" the short-haired cat meowed weakly, which became the last straw on the camel's back in this negotiation.
"Okay! Don't call me so pitiful, as if I'm bullying you!" Li Meng sighed heavily: "Speaking of which, Lao Yao only said how many mice to catch... It seems that there is no regulation on the size of mice. If
If I catch two mice, a male and a female, and let them give birth to pups, I should be able to quickly accumulate the required number..."
On the tree, the originally bored black cat suddenly raised its ears, then lowered its head and looked at the little witch with complicated eyes.
Who said this little guy is stupid! What a ghost - by the way, is it possible to raise mice? The black cat fell into deep thought for a while.
Under the tree, Li Meng finally decided to make a deal with the shorthair cat.
"Since you are the first to send the mouse, I must give you a little discount!" As she said that, the little witch spread her hands very generously and handed the dried fish to the short-haired cat: "Hey!
It's yours!"
"Meow." The short-haired cat meowed obediently, raised its two small front legs and made a bow, then hugged the small dried fish and ran towards the tree. It seemed that it
It seemed like he wanted to go back to the tree and slowly enjoy the dried fish.
"Snapped!"
A huge furry claw thrust diagonally in front of the short-haired cat.
The forest cat tilted its head, hooked the tip of its tail, and said nothing, but the meaning in its eyes was very clear.
'Stop, rob!'
The short-haired cat let out an 'ouch' in fright, dropped the small dried fish in its paws, and jumped back into the tree. It didn't even care that its front paws were stained with mud, and just shivered in the branches of its own tree.
The forest cat paced slowly towards the small dried fish.
"Stop! You bully cat! Are you robbing someone in broad daylight?!" Li Meng jumped up from the ground, put her hands on her hips, threw the stuffed bear out of her hand, and shouted at the same time: "Li Neng
,Fuck it! Beat it!"
After being dumped by Li Meng not far from the forest cat, the stuffed bear got up, shook the mud off his body, roared loudly, and roared twice at the big cat.
Then without waiting for the big cat to react, he turned his head and ran away, running behind the little witch in a flash.