Ermao asked the pet center to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the cat, and the overall situation was not bad.
The veterinarian estimated the cat's age, and Er Mao was surprised that the cat was less than a year old.
"By the way, Mr. Wang, do you want your cat to be neutered?" the little girl asked, and at the same time told Er Mao about the benefits of sterilization in urban breeding.
"Sterilization? You still want to cut a little JJ?" Er Mao was texting with his mobile phone, without raising his head.
The little girl frowned for a while, and then said, "...Your cat is female."
"Mother?!" Er Mao exclaimed in surprise.
Damn, is the mother still so sturdy? !
"Why do cats and dogs have different ways of identifying male and female?" Er Mao remembers that dogs are easy to identify.
The little girl smiled. Obviously, she had seen many customers like Ermao. She took out a thin booklet from a cabinet and handed it to Ermao. Here are some basics about cats.
Er Mao roughly flipped through the pages, "How much is this book?"
"This is printed by our pet center, so I'll give it to you."
That's about it, Ermao threw the booklet into a plastic bag.
In the end, Ermao did not allow the operation, and took the cat that was washed clean, injected and checked. The pet center sent the cat to the address filled in by Ermao.
As soon as the cat's things were placed, Er Mao felt that the space in the room was smaller. Fortunately, the purchases are all small items, otherwise it will be really crowded.
Pour cat food into the newly bought cat bowl, and the tabby cat who was sniffing in the new nest came over. To Er Mao's disappointment, this tabby cat doesn't seem to be a picky eater, and eats quite vigorously.
It seems that I can't trouble the cat upstairs for the time being.
Ignoring the cat, Er Mao opened the laptop that he had bought not long ago, and logged on to the pet website.
"All good names have been taken by cats." This ID was registered three years ago. At that time, some of their apprentices and brothers went to the pet forum under the influence of the master's cat to see if other cats followed suit. The master's cat is a virtue. Back then, this ID was shared by several people, but now it's used by Ermao alone. No one else pays attention to the forum. Even Ermao himself just remembered to log in because of the incident some time ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't log in again. ID.
With the rapid development of the Internet in China, the forum has also changed a lot in recent years, and some people still share some video links.
Ermao searched for the pictures and videos of the goods upstairs. It was as the little girl in the pet center said. Most of the popular posts about cat food included the black cat, and many of the people who replied below were also It's for this black cat, which is what the little girl called a BC fan.
After carefully looking at the cat in the picture, Er Mao still attributed the effect of the picture and video to the magic of photography. Otherwise, how could it be possible to take a local cat into a cat with a changeable temperament in photos and videos? ? After all, cats are not human beings, so how could they have acting skills? I wouldn't believe Er Mao was killed. It is estimated that the little girl in the pet center does not know BlackC's true identity, otherwise she will not be so respected. After all, the gap between advertising pictures and real objects is not small.
The next day, the weather was sunny, and the temperature rose quickly after a rain.
The cat was lying on the balcony basking in the sun, and Er Mao was bored and tried the comb that was given when he tried to buy cat body wash. The brochure said that combing the cat can not only clean up the hair that has been shed on the cat, but also It can prevent the cat from swallowing the hair into the stomach and get hairball disease, maintain the beauty of the cat's hair, promote the blood circulation of the skin, and enhance the relationship between people and cats.
Anyway, Er Mao had nothing to do, so he moved a small stool and sat next to him and followed the instructions in the booklet to guide his hair. After a few tries, the movements became familiar. Seeing Hua Mao's squinting eyes, Er Mao immediately felt a sense of accomplishment. Look, cats are not so difficult to raise, why do some people who I met before talk about raising cats as if they ate strange beans
Er Mao was complacent when suddenly—
boom!
The sound of hitting the iron net sounded diagonally above.
The cat, who was lying on the ground squinting and basking in the sun, stood up and looked over there. During the wandering time, it had become accustomed to being highly alert.
Ermao also stopped the action of combing his hair and looked over. Inside the iron net, a large blue parrot claws hooked on the iron net, and looked at the person and the cat on the third floor with yellow-circled eyes.
The general's attention was mainly on the tabby cat. It didn't know this cat and had never seen it before. When was the strange cat here? Hmm, my mouth is a little itchy.
Perhaps feeling the unfriendly signal from the parrot, the cat pressed its ears and looked at the parrot on the fourth floor vigilantly.
Er Mao thought it was nothing, cats and birds were not easy to get along with. His master's cat went to the woods every day to catch birds, big and small. However, in China, it is rare to see this kind of parrot. No wonder the balconies are surrounded by barbed wire on the fourth floor.
Looking at the parrot on the fourth floor, Er Mao said with a playful attitude: "Yo, parrot!"
The general in the iron net quickly responded with standard American pronunciation and slightly dialect words: "Hello, Erqi!"
Er Mao: "..." Who taught this fucking parrot? !
On the balcony on the fifth floor, Zheng Tan rolled over with laughter listening to the conversation below.
The general was definitely not friendly after seeing the tabby cat, and even attacked Er Mao in this way.
Zheng Tan and the others lived upstairs above Ermao's building, right above, so he couldn't see what was going on at Ermao's place, but he could guess a general situation from Ermao's conversation with the general and the roar of the tabby cat, fortunately The people who live in this building have a lot of patience in this regard, otherwise there will be troubles in the future.
However, with Ermao on the third floor and the others attracting the general's attention, the bird won't bother Zheng Tan too often. Zheng Tan is very pleased about this.
I was propping up my ears to listen to the quarrel below, when a rhythmic car horn sounded from the yard downstairs.
Zheng Tan looked downstairs suspiciously. Today is not the weekend. How could Third Master Fang come here
Doubt turned to doubt, Zheng Tan still ran down to open the door.
Fang Shaokang brought Tong Qing in, and since he dragged the cat cart home, every time Fang Shaokang took Zheng Tan out, Tong Qing would come up to help move the car. Don't look at the small car, the weight is not too light, and since it has to move to the fifth floor, Mr. Tong Qing won't watch his boss go into battle in person.
"I just have time today. I have an appointment with Lao Liu to talk about something. I have a business trip this weekend, so the time is set for today. I have already told you cat mother, and I will send you back tonight." Fang Shaokang said, Ask Tong Qing to move out the two cars that were left in the room.
Every once in a while, Fang Shaokang would take Zheng Tan to Lao Liu's side to talk about business. As some people said, communication also depends on means. However, there are very few people who use cats to communicate like Fang Shaokang. There are not many, but Lao Liu used this trick, no, it should be said that Lao Liu and his precious son used this trick.
third floor.
After Er Mao heard the parrot scolding "Er Pu", he was about to scold back, but thinking that this was the faculty dormitory of Chuhua University, he didn't speak up. He was going to buy a water gun when the parrot scolded him and shot him One shot.
The cat hair that was combed out was not much. Er Mao was going to throw it downstairs, but after thinking about it, he felt that he should behave better and throw the cat hair into the trash can with a garbage bag. inside. Seeing that the garbage in the bucket was almost gone, Ermao lifted the garbage bag and tied it in a knot, opened the door and put it outside, and took it with him when he went downstairs. When the temperature rose, the garbage was easy to smell. As for cats, Ermao has heard a lot about cats turning over trash cans.
Who knows, as soon as the door was opened, Er Mao saw Zheng Tan who happened to be on the third floor.
"Yo, big star..."
Glancing at the person on the stairs, Er Mao's face stiffened, he was about to sneer, but he held back his words, quickly retracted the room, and closed the door.
Fang Shaokang stopped Zheng Tan and motioned Tong Qing to wait, then walked to the door of Er Mao's house and knocked on the door.
"Open the door, don't hide, I have seen you." Fang Shaokang said calmly.
"No time, I'm shitting!"
"Ten seconds to wipe your ass. Ten-nine-eight-"
Fang Shaokang looked at the watch on his wrist and counted the time carefully, not caring at all about Er Mao Shi Dun's lies.
When it happened to be one, Er Mao grabbed his head and reluctantly opened the door, scolding in his heart countless times why he was throwing garbage at this time!
"Uncle Three."
With a feeble cry, Ermao walked back to the room.
Fang Shaokang looked at the room, then looked at Er Mao who was sitting on the soft chair, "Who are you going to fix this time? Which girl do you like?"
"You must have misunderstood me. I have long since turned back, a prodigal son, reformed, self-disciplined, five-spoken, four-beautiful and three-loving, an upright and good young man with two clear sleeves and one red heart toward the sun, third uncle!" Er Mao quickly clarified.
Zheng Tan squinted at Er Mao. fart! This guy beat people to pick locks, play black and eat black, and almost killed and discarded corpses.
Fang Shaokang's expression didn't change and he looked at Er Mao: "The prodigal son?"
"Hmm!" Er Mao nodded.
"Refreshing?"
"Yes yes!" Er Mao quickly assured.
"Keep yourselves safe?"
"Exactly!"
"A good young man?"
"Of course!"
"I don't believe a word."
Er Mao: "..." with a look of grievance and grief.
"However, I was surprised that you would choose this place to rent. It seems that you are ready to change... Of course, the premise is that you are not looking for female college students."
"Absolutely not in the mood!"
Fang Shaokang looked around the house again. Compared with the place where Ermao lived before, this house is rather shabby, and now Ermao doesn't look so airy, and his clothes and appearance are much more serious.
"It's a good thing to take care of yourself." Fang Shaokang sighed deeply, and called Zheng Tan to leave. He doesn't have time to talk nonsense with Er Mao here, and he can't take care of other people's children.
"Hey, Uncle San..."
"I'm not going to complain to your parents. Your brother has been released. He is busy with political achievements. He is not in Chuhua City now. You can rest assured for the time being that no one will come to arrest you."
Er Mao breathed a sigh of relief, but why was the third uncle so nice to that cat? Wei Ling didn't mention it.
After Zheng Tan and Fang Shaokang left, Er Mao sat on a chair and thought.
"Heimi, do you think I should take a walk?" Er Mao lightly poked the tip of the cat's nose.
"Meow—" Hua Mao couldn't understand what Er Mao said, thinking that Er Mao was just playing with it, tilted his head and rubbed Er Mao's hand.
Er Mao sighed, forget it, it's the old way.
He took out a one-dollar coin and placed it on the ground covered with floor tiles. With a flick of his finger, the coin turned.
"Slip on the front, stay on the reverse."
Snapped!
Seeing a toy, the cat patted the rotating coin with one paw and pressed it under its paw.
Er Mao raised his cat's paw and looked at the coins lying on the floor tiles.
A chrysanthemum.