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

Chapter 6

26.

There's also the problem that I often can't find it when I wake up.

Because it is so small, it likes to sleep next to me on a hot day.

Sleeps with my back to back sometimes.

Sometimes, its whole cat is under my belly.

Sometimes tucked into my black mane, but it's easy to find in black and white.

Once it simply used my paws as a quilt, and curled up comfortably under it to take a nap.

What a bold cat.

Why on earth am I raising it? !

27.

Its barking has gotten a little weird lately.

From meow meow to meow meow, it must be because I played too much with those bastard little lions.

How many times have I told you not to play with those little bastards.

28.

The range of activities of the white cat expands around the big tree. It likes to run to the west, usually limited to running for a certain distance and then rushing back.

It has discovered a new world.

It is now fanatically addicted to playing with grass poles, and it can play for half a day by pulling a straw pole, just like crazy.

29.

We didn't sleep at all today.

The white cat lay across in front of my paws and looked at me.

I lay on the ground watching it.

A bird flew across the sky, it turned its head, with two fluffy pointed ears on the back of its furry head.

I lift my paw.

It looks back at me.

I look at him.

It turned its head and looked towards the horizon.

I reached out and patted its head.

It turned around and looked at me suspiciously with blue eyes.

I put my paw down and look at it.

It looks at me.

One day passed.

Gone.

30.

The white cat was looking at a worm on the straw, and the worm was motionless.

It lay on the ground with its two front paws apart, staring at the little black spot intently, and the tip of its white tail trembled.

I saw it in this position when I returned from inspection, so I squatted behind its tail to see when it would end this stupid game.

It moved the tip of its tail, turned its ears, turned its head suddenly, its eyes widened, and the whole cat flew backwards.

It popped itself out in fright.

Am I that scary?