The two hundred and seventy-nine chapters have been completed to 3,800 words, so if you haven't read it, please make it up......

Little black kitten with white gloves meows.

They entangle Anthony. Hopkins' feet, rubbing against his calves, cow-colored mother cat following closely behind the kitten and Hopkins, sniffing the hot, rich scent in the air, her bark slow and soft, her tail standing high up.

The feeding point for the unowned cats and dogs was fixed by the committee in a shallow lawn on the banks of the Rio Grande, behind which was the boardwalk used by the students, and behind the trail was a continuous grove of bushes and camphor trees, where Sasha and Beelzebub found a family of five living in an abandoned bird's nest - the school did not allow students or teachers to carry plastic bags or newspapers, or other disposable items for food, and each feeder needed to prepare his own utensils, and the cats and dogs had leftover bones and scraps. Feeders need to clean up by themselves, and there are also rules for feeding times, which are from 3 to 5 p.m. every day.

The cats were already there enjoying their meal of the day, and the bowls filled with black and brown particles of solid cat food and cat biscuits were of various materials and sizes, ceramic, stainless steel, resin, and two glass ashtrays containing lighter, finer kitten food, and it seemed that some people had noticed the new kittens, a muscular Bombay cat, whose head was buried in it, and was eating happily.

Smell rather than hear, and see Anthony. When Hopkins arrived, he raised his head proudly and let out a manly whirring roar.

The cow cats paced gracefully past, wiping their faces and necks affectionately.

This Bombay cat is supposed to be the father of these kittens, the kitten inherited his dark and shiny fur and only lacked four small paws, and only one kitten inherited the flat face of the cow cat, and the other three are the "Indian leopard face" characteristic of the Bombay cat, and all the kittens have the same copper color as him.

The food brought by Hopkins gave off a fragrance that would be salivating even for humans, and the eating cats stirred slightly.

"Today is a stewed blue catfish," Anthony said. Hopkins introduced the cow cat and his baby, "And the little crucian carp dried fish."

The kittens screamed more urgently, the mother cat narrowed her golden green eyes, Hopkins put the feeding utensils she made on the ground, rotated the buttons at the top, and the eating utensils rotated and opened lightly like morning glories at dawn to form a spiral shelf, and the doctor removed the stainless steel plate from the top of the shelf, and the stewed blue catfish and small crucian carp dried fish in the plate were still warm - the catfish and small crucian carp were from the Rio Grande, very fresh, and the processing place was the kitchen of the teacher's dormitory, and Hopkins divided a part of it and added a little salt, to Mr. Senek next door and to the "recklessness" who had broken that antique crystal cup, oh no, Mr. Khufu.

Before the plate was settled, the kittens pounced on it, and there were two of them on the plate with the blue catfish, but all four kittens were crowded together on one plate, and Hopkins scooped up the kitten, which had inherited its flat face, and hung in the air without understanding why it was eating, and barked in a daze, and when the doctor put it on the side of the second plate, it looked around a little dumbfounded, and trembled its beard with trembling—until its mother came and sniffedIt hurriedly followed, and licked the milky white fish soup.

The Bombay cat tasted the fish stew, which didn't seem to suit his appetite.

An earthy yellow curly-haired cat seemed to inadvertently circle Anthony. Behind Hopkins, a head sticking out from his elbow observed the humans, the Bombay cats, the cow cats, and their children, mainly the Bombay cat, which was one and a half times his length—it was intently munching on the small crucian carp dried fish, and the three kittens were around a plate, and the cow cat and a kitten occupied the second plate, and the gap in the middle could be enough to stuff a fat cat.

Well, earthy yellow curly-haired fat.

If it was just an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't have figured out what was going on in this second, except for a weird "Meow!" —Anthony. Hopkins saw it very clearly, and just when the earthy yellow curly cat was only a few inches away from the snow-white and fat stewed catfish meat, the Bombay cat, who had been seemingly unaware, turned around and pulled out its paws, and the unlucky ghost who wanted to opportunistically steal the delicious taste was suddenly pulled out and almost fell into the river.

"You've got a good dad in charge," Hopkins said to the flat-faced kitten.

After the Bombay cat family had eaten the fish stew and dried fish, he also pulled out a bag of chopped homemade unsalted hard cheese from his pocket and softened a small ball for the flat-faced kitten.

"You're a lot like my son." He said.

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Tomorrow morning......

((One second to remember)