Again, Xiaoqiu saw the figure of the rice cake cat and swayed out of the kitchen, "Go to the kitchen to cook?" ”

Thinking of a bag of raw squid flowers by the kitchen stove, the rice cake cat ran to the bedroom, holding a heavy plastic bag in his mouth, and quickly dragged it under the bed, and lost it with a "ball" halfway.

Sure enough, it was the bag of raw squid flowers.

"Occasionally, people want to live a simple life like an ordinary cat, basking in the sun, smelling flowers, biting the dog's tail grass, and secretly bringing things from the kitchen to eat two bites...... "The rice cake cat hides under the bed and howls.

"Picky eaters speak so nicely, pathetic?" The ball fingers stopped sliding on the surface of the phone, and a bunch of small snacks crackled out of the back cover of the phone.

"People occasionally want to eat human food~" The rice cake cat often runs to the lawn to play recently, and occasionally runs to the abandoned corridor and the underground passage where humans rarely haunt to play, snow-white cat hair, and the part above the neck is yellow, "Don't take a bath, I have a no-wash brand, and dry cleaning is not good." The rice cake cat took a few steps back.

The rice cake that didn't eat raw squid flowers coveted the fried chicken nuggets with local peppers on the table.

It's time to give meow food to the animals on the street again.

In a world where animals live well, the standard of living of human beings will naturally not lose, and everyone will be happy if they do what they love and are good at.

"The cold wind blows and blows." The rice cake cat chews the dried small fish, and there is no shortage of food and lodging, but it will be in the blessing and do not know the blessing.

The cat who lives on the street gives the succulent miso fish to the rice cake cat, "It seems that we can't eat salt." The rice cake cat hesitated.

"Whatever it takes when you're hungry." The orange cat chestnut tasted it first.

"Suddenly I think carrots are good." The rice cake cat looked at the little rabbit's turnip.

"Then I, do I eat crayfish?" The white rabbit shivered and nestled on the warm back of the orange cat chestnut.

In winter, the orange cat is like a hand warmer.

"She Can Talk to Animals" extra: The picky eater of the rice cake cat is hitting it in his hand, please wait a while,

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