My cat is a stuffy guy.
When I first saw the cat successfully open the drawer with the cans, I should have taken precautions against it. Unfortunately, I just thought that my cat is really smart and thoughtful.
Later, the cat began to challenge himself continuously, opening the sliding door of the bathroom and the double door of the wardrobe one after another. He jumped into my neatly folded pile of clothes, comfortably ignoring my anxious cries as I looked for him outside.
Later, through observation, I found that when the cat opened the sliding door, it would first insert its claws into the gap, and then use the principle of leverage to open the door;
For the safety of the cat, I have installed buckles on all the doors and windows in the house, so as not to give my cat any chance of death.
As everyone knows, when I observe the cat, the cat is also watching me.
I have taken into account the doors and windows of the house, and forgot the door alone.
I really should play a set of 18 Dragon Subduing Palms before opening the door, as someone on Weibo suggested.
The cat ventured out three times without warning.
After my sister from the property management office downstairs knocked on my door for the fourth time holding my cat, I asked the master to turn the door lock upside down, and I had to lift the door handle to open it when I went out. My cat lost the dominance of its own weight and licked its paws helplessly.
I think if I give him a chance, my cat may become the first cat that can punch since China's reform and opening up.
But in the end the cat surpassed himself. In the morning, I took the cat to the pet store for a bath, and when I went back to pick him up in the evening, the clerk told me embarrassedly that my cat successfully unlocked the cage door, then unscrewed the compartment door, and escaped to the crevice of the bathroom and got stuck. Can't call out.
I walked over to call the cat softly, and the cat came out without hesitation and plunged into my arms.
"I have been washing cats for five years, and I have never encountered such a thing." The clerk scratched the back of his head.
is a king.
That night I dreamed that my cat had become a locksmith, carrying a bunch of small advertisements, avoiding the security guards in the middle of the night, sneaking into the doors of the old community that were opened but forgot to close, climbing the stairs one by one Put dog skin plaster on the door.
When someone accidentally shuts himself out of the door because he was going to collect the quilt or paste the couplet, the cat would wear a gray-blue overalls, a peaked cap, a small box in his hand, and use a soft After getting stuck in the crack of the door, he swiped a few times, and then he justly charged 100 yuan.
I was also blackmailed like this when I was just working.
At that time, my ex-boyfriend and I both carried debts. In order to save money as much as possible, after calculating the cost of living under different plans, we chose to live in a small apartment 25 kilometers away from my company and 30 kilometers away from his company. .
I remember that I was really dizzy that day. After get off work, I grabbed a string of black objects and rushed home.
Because the house was rented not long ago, the landlord only gave us one key, and we haven't had time to get the second one, and I got off work earlier than my ex-boyfriend, so the key has always been kept by me.
My heart breaks as I stand in front of my house and pull a string of jingling long clips out of my pocket.
Back to the company? The last bus is gone, and it will take at least an hour to take a taxi back and forth. I wanted to cry without tears, so I called and asked where my ex-boyfriend was. If I haven't left the company yet, I'll wait a little longer, and I'll go back and get the keys.
The corridor was pitch-dark, and a chuckle came from the phone receiver. My ex-boyfriend said he was coming soon and told me not to go anywhere.
I was sitting on the stairs napping when he arrived. According to what my ex-boyfriend said later, leaning against the wall and hugging my knees, I was especially like a homeless little animal, miserable.
My ex-boyfriend familiarly took out a subway card from his wallet, and juggled it through the crack of the door a few times. With another twist of his wrist, the door was opened. It took only two minutes before and after.
"The security is still not enough." The ex-boyfriend shook his head at the door, grabbed me staggeringly about to enter, and pulled me back, "Huh? That's it? No pay?"
I narrowed my eyes and leaned in to kiss him. Ex-boyfriend is not satisfied: "Not enough, my appearance fee is very high."
I crouched down and reached out to unbutton his waistband.
So that night I was put on the bed by him and charged a full "fee" for two hours.
When I slept in the middle of the night, I felt hot and wanted to spread out, but my ex-boyfriend wouldn't let me, so he hugged me back and hugged me even tighter. I quite like how my ex-boyfriend is so clingy. Although I'm a little tight these days, I have everything I should have. I'm very content.
But later, when our debts were almost paid off and we moved to a more spacious apartment closer to the company, my ex-boyfriend, who should have been as excited as me, didn’t show much. He lowered his head and didn’t know what he was thinking. I don't stick to me like I used to.
He has something on his mind, a very important thing on his mind.
When I woke up one morning, my side was empty and the quilt was cold to the touch.
The ex-boyfriend got up early, but didn't know where to go. The breakfast he prepared for me was still on the table outside as usual. I was a little depressed. The food was very delicate, but I couldn't taste it at all. I went back to my room, unplugged my fully charged phone, and called him.
No one picked up.
On a rare day off, just leave me alone at home like this, won't my ex-boyfriend's conscience hurt
I didn't wait for him to come back until evening.
When I saw the expression on his face, I knew that this man couldn't believe what he said next. Sure enough, my ex-boyfriend regretted saying that he was going to socialize. His long eyelashes drooped down, covering his expression. I could smell the faint smell of smoke on his body.
Oh, socializing, one-on-one socializing? The ex-boyfriend never smoked, so it should have been the guy across from him. Geez, that guy still has bad habits.
I didn't say anything, just typed "What should I do if my boyfriend cheated" in the computer search box as usual.
I want to be calm, I want to be calm.
Unfortunately, I only tried my best to maintain my calmness until I went to bed at night.
I cuddled in my ex-boyfriend's arms, raised my face and asked him carefully if there was another vixen outside. My ex-boyfriend wrapped my arm around me and stiffened for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed my lips firmly.
"No, and no third party will be able to separate us."
"I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work to leave you out."
I chose to believe him, but I was a little unwilling to say: "Then you see that other couples have a vow of love, do you think we can also buy a pair of them to play with?"
The ex-boyfriend took a deep breath without answering me, kissing from the top of my head to the forehead, to the tip of the nose, all the way, and finally a kiss on my ring finger.
I took it as if he had received my cue.
But in the days that followed, there were a few days a month when I woke up empty.
My ex-boyfriend went to socialize again. Hard.
I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.
Evidence seven:
My cat can pick locks and my cat likes to sneak out.