When I accidentally bumped into my cat drinking toilet water, my heart broke.
I was leaning against the door frame brushing my teeth that day when my cat sneaked past me in small steps. I saw my cat paw open the sliding door with ease and twist into the bathroom.
I:? ?
Then there were a few small noises in the bathroom.
I tiptoed over to find out, but I saw through the crack of the door that my cat was turning his back to me, digging his head into the toilet seat, and greedily gulping down the water from it.
I rushed over and picked up the cat, but the cat didn't resist, it hung softly in my hand and turned into a long strip.
Why is this cat like this
I looked at the water droplets on the tip of the cat's nose with some disgust, took a few tissues to rub the cat's nose, and wanted to give him a good toothbrush.
I told myself that I must remember to close the toilet lid in the future and not give my cat any chance to drink toilet water.
As I put the cat on the ground, I suddenly remembered, as if every vague morning I was woken up by my cat's wet nose arch
I went to wash my face again.
Has the water in my cat bowl gone bad? I checked the cat's drinker. The drinking fountain is a German brand recommended by the owner of the pet store. It has a built-in filter. I disassembled it and there was no problem. After smelling it again, the water was boiled water that was just put in yesterday, and there was no peculiar smell.
So what's forcing the cat to drink toilet water? I took time to pay attention to the cat's movements. The cameras in the home have almost no dead spots except in the bedroom. I soon discovered that my cat drinking toilet water is not a last resort.
My cat likes to drink water everywhere, just not from his own bowl.
It's just like my ex-boyfriend.
During the sophomore sports meeting, my soft-hearted ex-boyfriend couldn't bear to see the next door's sports committee member crying all day because there were not enough people to sign up.
"Oh, my tablemate, what a man!" I leaned over to look at the registration form and avoided the sports committee who was excited to rush over to shake hands with my tablemate.
The girl at the front desk turned her head: "It's very tiring to run 5,000 meters. When the time comes, our whole class will cheer you on by the track."
My deskmate calmly continued to lower my head to solve the problem. I read the question from a tutorial book, and the question type is tricky. I think I have a clear mind, but I have no clue from the first lesson in the afternoon to the self-study in the evening.
I resignedly went to the answers in the book, and found that behind the small title is a goddamn: slightly.
fuck.
My deskmate silently copied my handwriting and handed in a long-winded political paper for me. He turned his head and asked if he could show it to him. As a result, he saw the evening self-study the next day.
Until the day of the sports meeting, we were also puzzled. I felt that this question was about to become moldy, so I asked my deskmate: "Or... I'll take it and ask the teacher?"
"I'll try again." I said at the same table.
At the sports meeting, I reported high jumps and shots with great salty fish, because I felt that high jumps and wall jumping should have something in common.
At that time, each participant will get a directory, mine is 051, and my tablemate is 121.
I soon regretted signing up for the high jump. My deskmate said that the back jump style has a high chance of success. I tried it, and when I fell on my back on the protective pad, I found that the pole was so painful that my back hurt.
I didn't jump in the first round. I don't know what the people around me are excited about. Some people hand me water. The girl just jumped high without saying anything.
I looked at my deskmate from a distance and walked over expressionlessly, straightened my messy clothes, and took out a small roll of Scotch tape from my pocket: "The pins are easy to break when jumping high."
"It won't be so unlucky, right? Even if it collapses, it's fine. The big man is afraid of being stabbed by a needle?"
"Someone was stabbed just now, making a cut and bleeding." He stubbornly walked around behind me.
I didn't move, and asked my deskmate to tape the four pins on the directory.
"Are you thirsty?" my deskmate asked me.
The day seems to be a little hot.
"thirsty."
He handed him his water bottle, and I twisted it open and took a few sips. The broadcast began to announce that the check-in time for the 5,000-meter project was up, and I motioned to my tablemate to go over first: "I'll come when I'm done here."
Obviously I didn't make it to the high jump final, and by the time my preliminary round was over, the 5,000 meters at my table had already reached the first lap. Unlike the high jump, the 5,000-meter long-distance race is decided in one round.
I saw that my tablemate was following the second place step by step. The way my tablemates ran with their long legs stretched was particularly eye-catching. Sweat covered the muscles of my beautiful honey-colored arms and calves. When I ran past me, there was a gust of wind, which smelled of soap with a hint of osmanthus.
I really feel like my tablemate is very strong, because he is very focused and at ease in everything he does, and it seems that nothing is difficult to hold him. Just like the 5000 meters this time, just like the rankings in the big exams on weekdays, the first place can only be his.
When my real male tablemate was the first to cross the finish line amid screams and cheers, the crowd gathered around with a hoot, men and women, with water or towels, and cameras. I was squeezed outside, looking at the bottle of mineral water in my hand with some dismay.
I was sitting on the grass, watching in amazement as my tablemate slid away from the crowd, watching my tablemate walking towards me, and then watching him finally exhausted, pressing me down on the grass .
The physical energy consumption of 5,000 meters is really not small. My tablemate leaned on me and panted violently. The scent of osmanthus soap that I had smelled before was mixed with a little sweat after exercise, and it was tightly wrapped around me. I stared at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and suddenly had a strong urge to touch my lips to reassure me. I stopped breathing for a few seconds, looked away with difficulty, and slowly ran my hands along the back of my deskmate. After the strenuous exercise, I couldn’t stop and rest immediately. I rolled over and changed positions with him up and down, then pulled him up, let him hang his arms around my neck, and slowly calmed down along the playground.
When I walked back to the stands, my tablemate suddenly said, "Is there any water?"
Could it be that when so many people handed him water, he didn't drink a single sip
But thinking of the scene at that time, I was a little unhappy for no reason.
"Don't you have a kettle?"
My deskmate was leaning on my shoulder, and the donkey replied, "I see you holding water."
I took out a bottle from the material box under the stand, and my tablemate took it directly from my hand and gave it a slam dunk. The water overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his neck and collarbone, and sank under his collar.
My deskmate said, "I think that question should be an inequality test."
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After the three-day sports meeting, the school asked to turn in the directory.
I never lost a lot of things, but I lost such a big directory.
I asked my deskmate if he had seen my directory, and he stared at the chair and shook his head. I put my head into the table and searched for it three times, then went back to the bedroom and turned over the cabinet, confirming that my phone book really grew wings and flew away by itself.
At this time it was lunch time, and I had no appetite to eat, so I went back to the classroom.
There was no one in the classroom, only one deskmate was leaning against a chair doing the math.
My deskmate was so serious in doing the questions that his bag slipped to the floor and he didn't know anything about it. I stepped forward to help him pick it up, the unzipped zipper sold all the contents of his schoolbag, and all fell to the ground. I saw books, notebooks, pens, and meal cards on the ground.
There is also a directory in the middle.
The air froze for a moment.
I seem to know everything, and I don't seem to know anything.
My roommate stared at me blankly, pursing my lips as if resigned. He doesn't speak, but I've never read with such certainty the emotion in his eyes.
My roommate bowed his head in silence for a long time, then bent down and picked up the directory and handed it to me.
As if he wanted to turn the page, he said in a relaxed tone: "That question..."
I said, "You shut up."
Then he stepped forward and forced him to shut up.
It was a very short kiss, so short that I only had time to experience the momentary tingling sensation when my lips touched. Well, after all, this is my first relative, and I have little experience.
My tablemate looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief.
"What to do," I said, "I can't help myself liking you."
My tablemate was stunned, staring at me, his eyes getting darker and darker, he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall of the back door roughly, and opened the door with his back to block out a triangular space. , the fiery kisses were overwhelming with the rapid breathing.
I indulged in his breath and followed his fierce attack. He raised my chin, and the tip of his tongue penetrated into his mouth. I felt my legs were so soft that I could barely stand. My tablemate hugged me tightly, put my legs between my legs, and continued to deepen the kiss.
A classmate is back.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly reached out to push his shoulder. I was at the same table, restrained my hands, and kissed my lips again.
Finally, he let go of me, buried his head on my shoulders and breathed restrainedly, the hot air rushed to my ears, warm and itchy, numb from the earlobe to the tail vertebra.
He smiled lightly on my shoulder.
I tilted my head and kissed his neck.
This little thief has stolen his heart, but he still wants to steal the phone book.
I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.
Evidence 4 that has been obtained:
My cat doesn't like to drink water from his own bowl, and my cat can't hide anything yet.