The record of the shit shoveling officer who is a lion who is not doing his job properly

Chapter 8

36.

Avoid being misunderstood. The life of a lion is very boring, except for sleeping.

I'm going to sort out what I've done throughout the day.

As the lion king of the largest lion group in the grassland.

First of all.

Go out to inspect the territory in the evening or in the morning, and fight with intruders, and you can kill them when you are in a bad mood.

Then, back to the lions.

Get rubbed by a stupid white cat.

Watch the white cat drink milk.

Look at the white cat and the lion cubs huddled together.

Watch the white cat play with straw.

Watch the white cat swatting flies.

Don't let the white cat touch the whiskers.

Sleep with the white cat.

The white cat got up to play again.

A lion sleeps.

A fulfilling, busy, fun Leo.

37.

Oh, and hunting.

But such a simple matter as hunting can be left to the lioness.

Of course, except for buffaloes and hippos, those rough-skinned and thick-skinned people who are not obediently eaten by lions.

38.

A sunny afternoon.

I caught a hare alive with my claws and threw it to the white cat to play with.

The white cat was so frightened that it meowed and ran around the ground, and was chased and ridden by the rabbit.

I killed the rabbit.

39.

Throw the rabbit with the broken neck to the white cat.

The white cat scratched the ground with its two paws, pouted its buttocks, and stretched out a paw to test the rabbit's dead body.

The blood-stained gray fur of the corpse was stirred by a breeze.

Frightened by the wind, the white cat jumped three feet high and ran away.

Cindy suggested that I dispose of the rabbit, as a white cat probably wouldn't be able to eat a whole rabbit with its small mouth and teeth.

I chewed up the rabbit meat and spit it on the ground for the white cat to eat.

The white cat blinked its round blue eyes at me, approached the meat paste cautiously, twitched its little pink nose to smell it, and turned its buttocks to find Cindy to drink milk.

Cindy didn't let him drink it, and dismissed it.

Cindy and I stand on the same page that white cats must be weaned.

The white cat tucked its paws under its belly, squatted in the grass, and howled at me in aggrieved manner.

I ignore it.

Eat meat, or starve to death.

This is the law of the prairie, one of the principles of lions, stupid cats.

40.

I yawned.

It looked at me sadly, opened its pink mouth and yawned, showing its small white teeth and tongue, narrowed its eyes and fell asleep.

The white cat slept on an empty stomach for a long time, and woke up hungry.

It glanced at me who was indifferent and pretending to be asleep, and finally got up to lick the rabbit meat mud on the ground, wiped its face with its front paws, and licked its fur for a long time.

And turned his head and pointed his ass at me for a day.