"Meow... Meow ......"

"Chang Yue, do you hear a voice in the grass?"

Qi Luo pulled up his skirt and squatted down, carefully pushing aside the grass on the side of the mansion entrance, where a kitten was lying less than the size of a fist.

"Meow... Meow. It meowed weakly with its little mouth open.

The kitten looked like it had only been born for a day or two, but the mother cat was negligent and dropped it on the side of the road.

It hung its furry head down, curled up in the grass and shivered, and it had been heard that milk cats were very afraid of the cold.

Qi Luo reached out and held it in the palm of his hand, and it squirmed lightly a few times, still meowing quietly.

Is it hungry?

This cat that is still drinking milk is difficult to raise, and I have rescued stray cats, but I really have never raised such a small cat.

"Qiuyue, you go and find some goat's milk, and you have to boil it and let it cool before bringing it."

Qi Luo rolled up his sleeves, protected it in the palm of his hand, and brought it into Chaoxia Garden.

I think it was warmer in the room, and the cats finally didn't shiver so much.

Its eyes are not yet open, and it has loose fluff, and most of its coat is white, with only some light yellow patterns.

The hair clings tightly to the skin, and the pink skin is clearly visible.

It curled up in Qi Luo's palm, and its pink nose twitched one after another, looking a little ugly and ugly.

Qiuyue brought goat milk, how can this be fed?

It's small, it can't stand steadily, and it doesn't seem to have learned to lick yet.

No matter how close you try to get the bowl close to it, it doesn't seem to learn to bow its head.

How good is that?

It is said that a newborn cat can starve to death in just three hours.

She had to reach out and gently pinch its head, trying to carefully dip and touch the goat's milk with its mouth, but it still couldn't learn to stick out its tongue.

Until the whole mouth is soaked in goat's milk, it has not yet been able to drink into the mouth.

Looking at its wet cat face full of goat's milk, and the way it meowed with hunger, Qi Luo couldn't help but help his forehead.

You're a little stupid!

"Alas! Why don't you call it a flower pig? ”

Dip the goat's milk back and forth on its mouth, and feed it for more than an hour, it can occasionally drink a few sips, but it is always choked by the goat's milk and sneezes.

Because I was afraid that it would make a stomach and not dare to be cold, I always kept warming the goat's milk with warm water, which took a lot of work.

After drinking the goat's milk, I wiped its mouth with a wet cloth, poured a copper cover on it, stuffed it in the quilt, and then climbed in and fell asleep.

The flower pig is quite well-behaved, and he sleeps when he is full of food every day.

Every few hours, only when you are hungry will you meow.

Except for eating clumsily, others learn very quickly.

Within two days, it knew that when it peed, it would not pee in the place where it slept.

It crawls unsteadily, the little belly is always dragging on the ground, the calves are trembling but still insisting, you have to climb a little farther away to urine, and then crawl back to sleep after urinating, it is very laborious to come back and forth, I think it must be a clean cat!

Since the flower pig lived in the morning garden.

The rarest thing in Chaoxia Garden is no longer Brother Mao.

"Flower pig!"

"Flower pig, come."

The people of the entire Chaoxia Garden surrounded the flower pig all day long.

Every day, the yard is lively, even if it is rough work such as feeding the flower pig, wiping the face, and cleaning, it is necessary to guess the place where the fist can be lost.

Chang Yue also turned red with anger because of repeated losses.

At this time, the flower pig, its favorite thing is to eat and drink, and it is always very anxious about breastfeeding.

I always have to put my whole mouth into the goat's milk basin to drink, before I feel satisfied, and every time I finish drinking, I always get a mouth full of goat's milk.

For a long time, everyone thought it was an ugly cat with a mole on its face.

It wasn't until the mole turned from one to three that I realized that it was the goat's milk and the ball of mud.

In order to prevent it from running around and getting injured, Qi Luo ordered a copper cat cage about 80 cm long, 60 cm wide and 80 cm high.

The copper cat cage is a double layer, and the inside is also made of comfortable hammocks, soft sleeping couches, and copper basins filled with sand.

The cat cage opens from the top, as long as the latch is not inserted.

The flower pig who never thought that he had only been in the moon would be able to open the door and escape easily.

Gradually, the goat's milk is broken, and the boiled soft and mashed chicken and beef are mixed with the broth to make a meat puree and fed it.

As it grows older, it doesn't just like to eat, drink and sleep.

The most obvious thing is that he becomes less chilly, and after eating, he no longer rushes into the quilt to sleep, and will lie on his back to expose his snow-white belly and bask in the sun.

Or lying in the courtyard, chasing all kinds of ants and flying insects, you have to turn them over one by one, and you can't stop until you turn your belly upside down.

It always loves to lie in the place where there are the most people, stretching its cat paws, reaching the skirts of people passing by.

It has always been the most sensitive to its own name and the two sentences of eating.

"Flower Pig"

"Flower pig, it's time to eat!"

But if you hear it, it will come running to hug your legs.

The character of the flower pig is quite lively and cute, every time you call its name and stretch out your hand to it, it will be lying on your palm, holding your arms and waiting for you to pick it up.

The flower pig is lively and active, and it is the most well-behaved when it is held.

Even if you carry it around the garden for half an hour, it can lie motionless on its arm, gently flicking its cat tail, quite carefree.

As he grows up, he has become more and more beautiful.

It has a big round head, round eyes, and only the back and top of the head have yellow and white colors, and the rest of the coat color is snow-white.

The little nose of the pink powder and the claws of the pink powder are very soft and cute.

Hua Zhu Xu grew up with people and is the most clingy.

It loves Qi Luo to put it on the couch, and when it sleeps, it will secretly climb on Qi Luo's belly, and you can see a person and a cat huddled together.

When Qi Luo leaned on the couch to read, it would sneak over and bite her hair or bite the book, until Qi Luo had no intention of reading.

Or when Qi Luo writes, he has to go to the table together, but once he goes up, the pen must be played with for it.

When the girls do needlework, they have to play with balls of thread;

When the girls sweep the floor, they will lie down in the bucket;

When the girls clean up the bed, it will squeeze on;

When a girl eats, it will beg for it, although not every time it eats.

Every time it doesn't allow it, it will look at you with wet eyes, and then scream a few times with a milky voice, and no one can resist it.

In Chaoxia Garden, it is full of joy, and no one has let go.

Poor Brother Namao, because he can't sleep well every day.

It always likes to secretly put the hairy pink cat melon into the birdcage, which scares Brother Mao's hair to stand on end every day......

"Someone's coming!"

"Fool!"

"Help!"

"Flower pig!"

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It is obviously much faster than the English Catholic speech.........

The whole Chaoxia Garden chickens fly and dogs jump...............