Danny gradually found out the doctor's activity pattern.
The doctors were strictly isolated, and in winter when the snow could bury the hut, they seemed to live on a small island in the white ocean. In the past few days, Danny has never seen the doctor go out, and no one has come to visit.
Doctors have a very regular schedule: exercise, cook, read and work, cook, read the news. Even though there is only one hand left, the exercise has not stopped. The dull sound of punching bags often gave Danny bad associations, but the doctor had so far done nothing to him seriously.
The doctor allowed Danny to stay in the study while reading, but ignored him. It was only after nightfall that the doctor began to show intimacy to Danny, such as stroking Danny's back in a strange way, and frequently holding him on his knees - to be honest, this position was quite numb.
Considering that Danny has been naked since the snow accident, this close encounter is pornographic. In this regard, after all, it is not the first day to betray his beauty, Danny can still accept it. In exchange for a chance to live in a mortal situation, and a shelter in a harsh winter, the deal was even better than Danny's previous deal. As long as the doctor isn't a perverted sadist like the previous owner, Danny doesn't mind offering some kind of limited service.
But so far the doctor has not shown Danny's service requirements. His entertainment time is spent browsing the web for news and comics. The cottage is too remote to have regular broadband internet, instead it uses satellite internet that requires an antenna pot. This is the first time Danny has seen a network with a delay of more than one second, which confirms that this place is indeed unmanned.
The text that the doctor browsed was incomprehensible to Danny, but the pictures were very interesting. Many of them were funny cartoons related to pets, and sometimes Danny would laugh along with them. But the scary thing about the doctor is that he doesn't just laugh, he practices.
When the doctor saw the female cat's surgical gown, he had to make a set for Danny; when he saw that pets liked to drill boxes, he went into the garage and found a large cardboard box and placed it by the sofa; after seeing the video of grooming the golden retriever, he changed it on the same day. When I was taking medicine, I came over with a brush to try it; when I saw catnip, I took out my notebook and started writing and drawing, fearing that I would buy it in the spring and force Danny to eat it. Danny couldn't even imagine what would happen if the doctor saw the pet neutered.
After getting along for a few days, Danny also understood a little bit. The doctor is not a bad person, it's just that there is something wrong with his brain. The service industry is to look down on people, not to mention that Danny's line of business is special, and the chance of encountering perverts is much higher than ordinary people. Compared to the previous client, the doctor is a rare gentle and considerate person. However, the previous experience of being abused and dumped made Danny understand that everything must be prepared for the worst. Of course it's good to have peace and quiet, but if one day, the doctor really decides to sterilize Danny on a whim, with Danny's current situation, it is almost doomed to be unable to resist.
To get out of trouble before that.
While the doctor was concentrating on his morning exercise, Danny got into the study alone and made a decision.
Kuze threw a straight punch with his left hand, ending today's punching bag exercise. He wiped the sweat from his face, looked around and saw no sign of the cat.
"Where did you go?" Jiu Shi thought.
He has never raised a cat, and his impression of this animal remains in the town passing by. Sometimes they gather to run and chase, and sometimes they lie on the lawn outside their homes and bask in the sun. A cat is carefree, a group of cats are at ease, only when a human like Kuze appears, they will have that strange, condescending look, as if Kuze was just a meaningless maggot.
This cat is more human than Kuze's previous impressions of cats. Although he was stubborn and suspicious at first, he resisted so fiercely that it seemed like Kuze was about to kill him. But since that snow accident, the cat has clearly come to trust Kuze and no longer overreact to Kuze's approach. The way he meows when he sees Kuze every morning is even a bit cute.
There were times when Kuze deliberately sat next to the cat. Having a warm, living heat source around you is certainly not the same feeling as an electric blanket. Kuze can stroke the cat's back and occasionally scratch the cat's chin.
When Kuze touched the cat like this for the first time, the cat was obviously taken aback. The half-squinted eyes widened again, staring at Kuze's hand with a tangled face. Being stared at by that gaze, Kuze hesitated for a moment. He thought, maybe for the cat that was just picked up, it's better not to move too fast, at least let it settle down and eat something. But the cat's body is soft and warm, and it's really hard to let go. Kuze tentatively slapped it again, the cat just stiffened for a moment, and then slowly moved its body to change its position without resisting.
This cat is too fierce. If he really doesn't like it, he will definitely scratch me, Kuze thought, maybe it's just not used to it now. He specially searched the Internet for knowledge and found that cats like to be scratched because they need to be scratched and they can't reach it. In this way, he is equivalent to helping the cat. Kuze put the guilt behind him.
Some things can never be repeated, otherwise it will be easy to indulge in pleasure and form a habit. Kuze has developed the habit of touching cats without realizing it. He usually rubs a hand when passing the living room. When he rests, he hugs his lap all the time, rubbing the soft limbs, or playing with the golden color that gradually regains its luster. hair. He really wanted to blame the urge to lick the cat on the winter, but the temperature in the room was as warm as spring constantly reminding Kuze that it was just an excuse.
I don't know if I didn't learn to go up the stairs or I just didn't like it. The cat never went upstairs to Kuze's bedroom, but often stayed in the study. After Kuze took a shower, there was still no movement from the cat, so he found the study and saw the cat.
The cat was lying on his side on the bay window of the study, taking a nap. There were several hard-shell books scattered around the cat, and one of them happened to be placed at the heating outlet of the bay window. Perhaps the cat was irritated when he was half asleep, and he fiddled with his hind feet to close the cover, and just stepped there, the fluff trembled slightly in the wind.
The cat has been naked since she took off her surgical gown. It has adapted well at other times except for the initial unaccustomedness, but now it is covered with the small blanket that was originally placed on the sofa. It probably took the initiative to pick it up when it felt a little cold near the bay window glass.
A large dictionary is placed in the corner of the bay window, and the cat's head rests on it. There was another open book in front of the cat, the pages were normally open, and there was no sign of being damaged by sharp nails, as if it was really just reading until sleepy and dozing off a little.
- The object resembles the main figure.
This old saying naturally appeared in Kuze's mind, followed by Ichirin: Why did he take this cat as his own again
Kuze's daily life was peaceful, and even a little thing like a cat staying in his house was enough to shake the center of his life. The night the cat first arrived, the cat slept in the living room and he sat in front of the monitor in the bedroom. At that time, Kuze had imagined a future half-jokingly, half-seriously, with the fire and warmth of the fireplace, and the soft body of a cat curled up at his feet. In that moment, he thought rashly and seriously about peeling off the hard-shelled plastic wrapper of the soft jelly.
The end, of course, was a fiasco, the biggest winter failure, consisting of blood (mostly cats) and pain (both humans and cats), as well as the loss of important supplies (cars).
Kuze is very good at learning from his own failures, otherwise he would not be able to live alone in this deep mountain. It had been less than a week since the snow accident, and he remembered the cat's nasty chain reaction vividly. Not only that, but also the boos and malicious glances of the cats in town, and the curious gestures of onlookers watching Inhumans gossip.
It's weird, Kuze thought, I obviously hate cats, why do I want to keep cats now? He squatted down, packed the books on the desk, and neatly arranged the blanket for the cat that was about to be kicked out of the bay window. Brushing his fingers across the cat's fluffy golden hair, Kuze watched the cat struggling to wake up after being disturbed, and was filled with a strange sense of peace.
Man, he thought, just so fickle.
No matter how to understand human nature, a cat is a cat after all, and there are some strange habits, such as picky eaters, such as curling up when sleeping, and like playing with paper. The cat often climbed up and down tirelessly, dragging a pile of books from the shelves and littering them in the study.
Kuze wasn't complaining either. Cats have no bad habit of tearing books, they just like to play with books. Even the cat's behavior often gave Kuze the illusion that "this cat can read"—it would turn two books to a certain page, and the only thing they had in common was the same word.
It sounds a bit mysterious. If you look closely, it is often not the same word, but the shape is similar. Cats are like children, in contrasting patterns with similar shapes. Kuze found this very interesting, and remembered that the intelligence of a cat is comparable to that of a two-year-old child. So he read the words from the book to the cat like reading a fairy tale to a child.
The cat didn't understand anything, just stared at Kuze with those beautiful water-colored eyes. Kuze read it alone, and at first he was full of interest, but gradually he felt embarrassed. Kuze stopped reading aloud abruptly when he was halfway through reading "Pillow Grass". He sighed slightly, and was about to close the page, but the cat raised its front paws and patted Kuze's arm, urging him.
"I thought I was the only one who was boring enough to talk to cats, but I didn't expect you to be boring enough to listen to people?" Kuze laughed at himself.
Of course the cat couldn't answer, but it patted Kuze's arm again.
"Okay, okay." Kuze opened the page again and read aloud.
When he really opened his mouth, Jiushicai realized that he had lived in isolation for too long, and his language skills had deteriorated. The long sentences are fully recognized and understood, but they cannot be read fluently, and often rely on the pseudonyms of the annotations on the same page. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he became. Instead, it was a cat, listening intently, with one hand swiping in the void like waving a baton.
Doing regular things with regular people, as long as neither is too annoying, more than twice will automatically become a habit. This is the case with cats, and so is Kuze's cat bedtime stories. He himself just used this as a means of passing time, never had any unrealistic fantasy, but reality is far more absurd than fantasy.
On the eleventh day when the cat came to Kushi's house, which is also the fifth day after Kushi began to read the cat's bedtime story, early in the morning, when Kushi walked down from the upstairs bedroom, he saw the cat on the sofa turning back smartly and talking with him. His eyes met. The cat's lips were first pinched into a small circle, and then opened into a flat mouth like a smile. The air flowed out, and two blunt syllables emerged from it: "Kuze?"