The old man looked like he was about sixty or seventy years old, wearing a small brown vest with a base coat of flowers.

An adult cat is being held in her left hand and her right hand hooking the back of its neck.

The cat's hair was all mixed together, as if it had been fished out of muddy water.

"Did this fall into the water?" He Chuan reached out and picked up a piece of cat hair, sniffed it, fortunately, it didn't fall into the manure pit.

Ha!

This orange Sanhua didn't seem to have a good temper, and was touched by He Chuan, and suddenly began to anger He Chuan.

If it hadn't been caught by the old man, it would have rushed up and slammed a paw at He Chuan's face.

Well?

He Chuan glanced at it, his eyes calm.

The Sanhua called Xiaohua, I don't know why, suddenly shuddered, and the momentum dropped at once, allowing He Chuan's hand to put on it.

"Little flower!" the old man hurriedly grabbed Sanhua.

After making sure that Sanhua would not rush out suddenly, she said to He Chuan embarrassedly: "Xiaohua hates water very much, and she may be in a bad mood when she was drenched today." ”

The three flowers "meowed" and began to drill into the old man's arms, and the hair on his body wet the old man's clothes.

He Chuan didn't delve into it, but just asked: "I see that this cat's coat is so dark, it doesn't look like it's domestic, this is ...... Stray cats?"

He rummaged through the Sanhua's fur and found that the cat was particularly dirty.

Not only is the white part of the hair gray, but the hair is tangled with each other, and as the saying goes, it is knotted.

This is still very rare to see in domestic cats.

Just like the old man in He Chuan's commissary downstairs, although he never bathed his cat, he didn't look dirty like this, as if he had picked it up from a garbage heap.

"Xiaohua, I don't know if it's a stray cat, but I really haven't seen its owner. The old lady recalled, and gave a puzzling answer.

"I see that he often looks for food in the trash can downstairs, and usually feeds him. It doesn't have a tag around its neck, and it hasn't seen its owner for so long, so it doesn't look like someone raised it. The old lady said.

It's a stray cat.

He Chuan withdrew his hand, thought about it, and said, "Generally, fifty cats are washed, so I'll take you thirty." ”

The price is low.

Yang Li talked to him before, Chengdu cat washing, generally around 50 to 80, dog washing is about the same price.

Even so, many pet stores are reluctant to provide such services, mainly because cats are particularly afraid of water, and many cats start to go crazy as soon as they get wet.

Often after a bath, the cat's body is not clean, but the human body has a few more paws.

It's hard to take a shower, and you have to blow the wind, which is another problem.

Many cats have a natural fear of hair dryers, and they start howling as soon as the wind blows.

The boss doesn't care, and he doesn't feel anything if he washes too much, but he can't stand it if he has many owners.

Some people also directly accuse them of abusing cats.

It's so thankless that many pet stores simply don't offer such a service.

He Chuan didn't do such a thing in the first place.

He opened this pet shop, which was originally just to sell pet products, neither selling pets, nor providing bathing and beauty services.

However, seeing that the old man is old, it is indeed a little difficult for her to let her bathe a cat.

Not to mention taking a bath, at her age, it is very troublesome to even bend over, if the cat struggles again when washing, when the time comes, don't take a bath and don't wash it, and people will hurt themselves first.

"That's right...... Then wash it. When the old lady heard this price, she hesitated for a moment, but quickly nodded and agreed with He Chuan's offer.

He Chuan took Sanhua from it.

Sanhua was still a little trembling, but for some reason, she didn't dare to break free from He Chuan's hands.

He Chuan carried it to the pool behind him, placed it in the pool, and then went to find a medicated bath for the pet to bathe, a towel, and a hair dryer.

When He Chuan left, Sanhua finally raised his body.

It looked left and right, and looked at it, as if it was looking for an escape route.

Meow~

A lazy cat meow rang out in the small room.

Sanhua shrank back in fright, and after a while, it looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a big black cat, lying on a cardboard box, looking at it lazily.

Under the box, there is a small orange cat, circling around the box.

Sanhua glanced at La Jiao, and saw that La Jiao's two eyes, in the dim light, reflected an inexplicable light.

It fell silent all of a sudden, and honestly stayed where it was, not daring to move.

He Chuan quickly found something good and returned to the house.

Many of these tools left by the previous store owner can still be used.

He Chuan didn't lose it, he found a place to put it away, and was ready to go back and take a bath for Lajiao.

However, La Jiao's body is very clean, her hair is shiny, and she can't see that she is dirty at all, and over time, He Chuan also forgot about it.

Speaking of which, Spicy Jiao seems to really love cleanliness.

Not only does it never go to a sloppy place, it licks its fur on time every day, and even when it, it has to find a special place to pull.

In the past, as soon as it was time in the morning, he only needed to open the door, and Lajiao jumped out by himself, finding a place in the courtyard downstairs to solve physiological problems, and then burying the stink after pulling it.

Unless He Chuan was resting at night, and he couldn't hold it back, he pulled a little bit in the cat litter.

Therefore, He Chuan rarely cleans the cat litter for Lajiao.

He Chuan put the things on the table, turned on the water, and began to adjust the water temperature.

When the temperature is right, He Chuan puts the cat under the faucet and lets the hot water soak its fur.

"Ah, Xiaohua is not afraid of water?" said the old lady in surprise.

She was a little uneasy, and after turning around the store, she followed He Chuan to the back room.

As a result, I saw the Sanhua squatting under the faucet, allowing the hot water at a moderate temperature to pour down from its head.

"I'm still afraid, but I don't dare to move. He Chuan rubbed Sanhua's hair, tore the tangled hairs, soaked them with water, and returned casually.

If you look closely, you will find that the three flowers are shivering under the faucet.

But at this time, it restrained its instinctive fear of water and obediently stood under the faucet to bathe.

"When it was drenched by the water splashed by the car, it jumped three times high, and it looked like it had been stepped on by its tail. The old lady was still a little surprised.

She witnessed the whole scene of the three flowers being drenched in water.

In the past two days, it has rained in Rongcheng, and there are many puddles in the yard.

When she was chatting in the yard, she happened to see this Sanhua looking for food in the community.

Facing the puddle on the ground, this Sanhua is very vigilant, and every step has to think for a long time, and he must find a clean piece of land before he will step on it.

Unexpectedly, a car suddenly passed by the side, and when it passed by a puddle, it splashed directly with water.

This hasn't been played yet.

When it fell from mid-air, it smashed into another puddle, and a terrible cat meow rang out throughout the neighborhood.

The cry is miserable.