Chapter 87: The President Is Looking for Cats Every Day 18
I really didn't plan to deal with him.
Pack up your things.
Sang Li turned his head to glance at the starry sky cat nest.
Sure enough, the little milk cat was right there.
Well, of course, if you look at it so directly, you can't see where there are cats.
It's just that the kitten is lying on its stomach with its head facing inwards, and its little tail is showing outside.
Just hanging on the ground and not moving, just the tip of the tail occasionally swinging, proving that this is a real cat, not a stuffed tail.
Sang Li looked funny, but didn't care about her.
I simply checked the practice of some cat rice, and planned to buy some chicken breast, beef, carrots, broccoli and other things that can make cat rice later.
If you don't want to eat cat food, you have to have a balanced nutrition, and you have to add calcium powder and the like......
Catgrass said it was five or six months, so there was no hurry.
I was fascinated by all kinds of cat raising tips, and by the time Sang Li reacted, it was already eight or nine o'clock unconsciously, and there were still some documents left to deal with.
At this time, Sang Li put his mobile phone aside, took out the documents, and did not go to the study, just sat here to deal with it.
The silver wire glasses have been put back on, but because of the more casual relationship at home, the buttons of his white shirt are still not fastened, and the movement looks a little forbiddendesire, and a little careless wantonness.
glanced at the little milk cat that quietly retracted his little tail into the starry sky cat nest.
He chuckled and looked down at the papers.
It can't be helped.
After all, what if the little ancestor in the family doesn't eat?
You can't force it to eat, so you can only go along with it.
Wait until the various files are processed.
It's already past eleven o'clock.
The kitten is probably asleep.
Sang Li took off his silver wire glasses and pressed them to the table on the side.
He pressed his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at the starry sky cat nest.
In the dark, the cat nest didn't look very conspicuous.
Not to mention the little milk cats inside.
During the time he looked at the documents, the other party did not move at all.
Sang Li stood up, intending to see what was going on with the little milk cat, and then went to sleep.
It's just that I've just stood up.
I saw a small round pompom pompom coming out of the cat's nest, and then the ears stood up and fell down.
Obviously sleepy, his golden eyes were half-squinted, his little head hung down, and he staggered out of the cat nest.
What's going on? Uncomfortable inside the cat kennel?
But doesn't this little milk cat quite like that cat bed?
Qinghui yawned, tried to overcome sleepiness, came out of the cat bed, and glanced at the moon today.
Small crescent, not too bright, but ok.
Draw this conclusion.
Qinghui closed his eyes in satisfaction.
Sang Li only watched the little milk cat look up at the window, and then staggered a few steps, snapped, and fell directly on the carpet, not moving.
Sang Li was shocked.
The pace inevitably slowed a little faster.
Came directly to this small group.
Pick up Qinghui.
Qinghui, who was disturbed to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, opened his eyes, and finally opened one eye, looking at him lazily, with sleepiness and dissatisfaction in his golden eyes.
The little paw of Barabala, pushing him, wanted to get out of his arms.
Of course, because I was sleepy, I didn't have much strength.
Weak fist.
A little bit of a milk at best.
Actually, it's more like being coquettish.
Why bother her to absorb the essence of the sun and moon??
Finding that she just wanted to sleep in a different place, Sang Li's hanging heart was put down, looking at this grumpy little milk cat, and he didn't know what to say.