United States.

Suburbs of Los Angeles.

California is blessed with a unique location, even in winter, with abundant sunshine and a mild and comfortable climate, making it ideal for living and traveling.

Tim Keller was a big man at 6 feet 7 inches, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, a red face, a bald head, and a voice like a bell, standing there like a formidable wall. However, this giant, who anyone would think of as a professional wrestler at first glance, is staging a scene of iron man tenderness.

He carefully picked up a kitten, held it to his chest like a baby, and scrutinized its physical condition with an expert eye. It is a two-month-old two-color Ragdoll kitten, most of the body hair is milky white, only the cheeks, forehead, ears and tail are light chocolate color, the mouth and nose are as pink as the skin of a newborn baby, and the almond-shaped light blue eyes are crystal clear. Judging by the feedback from the fingers, its muscles are tight and elastic, and the hair is smooth and shiny.

"Awesome!" Tim muttered to himself.

This Ragdoll kitten is in very good condition and should be able to please customers. When it reaches three months old, you can notify the long-waiting customer to come and pick it up.

He put it down, picked up a small comb with his big fan-like hands, and gently combed it with the gentle movements of caring for a newborn.

Tim Keller and his wife, Lauren, are both CFA-registered breeders and run the Blue Peak cattery, which is their home. Their cat has won several championships on tour and is well-known in the California region. Tim is in charge of the day-to-day operations, while his wife is in charge of communicating with customers and other catteries.

After grooming the kitten, he let go of his hand and let it go to the house to play freely.

Tim's eyes scanned the room, there were more than a dozen Ragdoll kittens in the room, aged about two months to three months, a few of which were booked by customers, and the others were still waiting for the word boudoir - not that there were no customers looking at them, in fact, on the contrary, the cats in his cattery were in short supply, but he and his wife were very picky about the qualifications of customers, and all those they thought were not suitable for cats, including but not limited to students, international students, people without jobs, elderly people, Those who live far outside of California, etc., will be passed.

The reasons listed above are only a small part, and he and his wife are quite arbitrary in their selection of customers, even if it is just that the email sent by the customer is not sincere enough, or there is a trivial grammatical error in the body of the email, or the accent of the other party on the phone is a little weird, it may be the reason for them to refuse to sell, and it is so willful.

Most cattery breeders in the U.S. are so picky that Tim and his wife have to add an additional adjective "specially." In their husband and wife's concept, if they can't afford to keep a cat for a long time, they should simply not keep it, which is good for both cats and people.

Tim walked around the room and quickly spotted the problem. Afraid of scaring the kittens, he came into the corridor in a huff and shouted, "Allen, Alan, you stinky boy, get over here!"

It wasn't until the second shout that a hairy boy with freckles on his face ran over in a panic and looked at him nervously, "Sir, is there something wrong?"

Allen is half the age of Thiem, a head and a half shorter, and so thin that the wind blows down, and the two stand together like a featherweight against a heavyweight.

"How many times have I told you! There should be one more litter box than cats so they don't fight! Can anyone tell me what's in this container around your neck? or something?" Tim poked Alan's chest with his index finger, bringing his flushed face close and roaring at maximum volume.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm really sorry. Allen's face turned pale, his head bowed, and he stared at Tim's fingers with a wincing expression. Tim's finger almost poked him, almost. It must be painful to be poked by this finger as thick as a carrot. Tim's spit squirted all over his face, but he didn't dare wipe it.

"I'm tired of hearing you say I'm sorry!" Tim gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger at punching him into the wall, and turned back to the room where the Ragdoll kittens were playing, "Go and correct your mistakes, immediately, immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" said Allen, as if he had been pardoned, slipped along the base of the wall.

"Stop!" Tim yelled from behind.

Alan stood in a sweat, not knowing what else was going on with the god.

"Excuse me, understand?" said Tim in an unquestionable tone, ending with a question mark, but not really asking, "Now, get off to work!"

"Yes, sir!" Alan swallowed and rushed into the room in a panic.

Tim gasped in the hallway, panting across his waist and slamming his fist down the wall, causing dust from the ceiling to fall on his bald head.

"Hell!" he yelled, scolding, "I must have lost my mind to leave this stinky boy who has more than enough to do and more than enough to work!"

"Tim, what's wrong?" Lauren, the wife, poked her head out of the study and looked at her husband worriedly, "The doctor told you not to lose your temper all the time, it's not good for your heart, have you forgotten?"

"I'm sorry! Not next time. This time it was Tim's turn to say sorry and keep his voice down. When confronted by his wife, he transforms from a giant beast into a kitten.

He and his wife have been together for more than 20 years, because of cats, because of cats, and later quit their jobs to run catteries professionally, it can be said that they are inseparable from cats all their lives.

"So what the hell is going on?" she asked again.

"It's Alan's stinky boy. He explained to his wife, "How many times have I told him, and you have also said that the number of litter boxes is one more than the number of cats, which is related to the professional image of our cattery, and we must not make such a low-level mistake, otherwise it will leave a bad impression when customers come to visit." We hold our customers to high standards, and we also hold them to the next level. But this stinky boy just didn't listen, he took these words as a deaf ear, and he was frizzy all day long with his head down and playing with his mobile phone, thinking about how to pick up girls from the Internet......"

"Aren't all young people like this now?" Lauren laughed generously, "and when he is truly in love, he will grow from a boy to a man." ”

"I wasn't like that. Tim insisted.

Lauren quipped, "Yes, you were like a little girl at the time, and you asked me to invite you to the ball." ”

"Don't mention these old things. After many years, Tim was still shy when he said this, and he waved his hand, "Are you done answering your email? ”

"Speaking of which......" Lauren beckoned to him, "come over here, dear, come to the study." ”

"What's the matter?" Tim stood still, "Can I wait a while? I'm going to go outside and mow the lawn." ”

"You'd better come over now, there's something you need to see with your own eyes. Lauren said to him mysteriously.