Chapter 1962: Feeding Code (3)

The man took a shower for the kite, and the outside bodyguard sent a cat kit that was fully equipped to fit a room.
The first kite was fished out of the water, the first kite shook the hair subconsciously, and the water drops splashed onto the man. He took a step back.
When the first zither saw this, he slammed the water on his body.
The man has no expression, he looks at her quietly, and he is not angry.
When the kite stopped, the man stepped forward, wrapped her in a towel, took the bathroom out, and dried it, then placed her on the sofa.
"Sir, this is canned food." The bodyguard came over with a small box: "Because there is not enough time, I will only get it for the time being, and I will send it better tomorrow."
The man did not respond, picked a can from the box, his eyebrows were low, and his voice was low: "You should go out first."
"Yes."
The bodyguard dropped something and left the room.
The kite sat on the sofa and looked at the man as he moved. He first found a plate, opened the can, and poured it out.
The kite didn't eat cat cans, but it tastes really sweet.
The man put the plate in front of her.
The kite resisted a few steps back against the back of the sofa.
Even if the canned cat smells very sweet, she doesn't want to eat it.
"dislike?"
First kite: "..."
The man picked another one, dumped it and then poured it in again. The kite still didn't move.
The man stood there, looking at her with a faint look, and took the phone to the side for a while.
Two minutes later, the man came back, took away those things, held the kite on the bed, and took the clothes into the bathroom.
When the first kite and other men left, they immediately jumped and found the mirror.
The kitten in the mirror is a two-color puppet cat with a long hair and a fluffy tail, clear blue water like a lake.
Standing in front of the mirror at this time, the fluffy group is completely a game-level puppet cat.
The original owner was actually not so good-looking, thin, boring, and dirty.
Now, thanks to the dog thing, she has raised her so well.
However, the dog thing will be so good-looking, it is entirely to use the original owner... When you meet, you can play less.
The first kite turned around and looked at herself, and my heart was speechless.
This is too cute.
Not at all in line with her image!
However, the hair was very soft, and the little claws of the first kite were pulled on their tails for a while, and the heart was a little swaying.
I want to lick my hair.
I want to lick my hair!
The kite paws grabbed a few times on the carpet and forcibly endured.
You are a mature cat, you can't do this kind of thing!
The first zither shifts his attention and walks around the room.
The room is empty, there are not many things, cold and clear, no popularity.
The kite jumped onto the window sill and looked down. The whole manor was built on the hill, and there was thick fog in the distance. Nothing could be seen.
In the vast manor, only a few lights, cold lights, like the wildfire floating in the fog.
The first kite heard the sound of the bathroom opening, and she turned her head.
The man came out with a vapor and changed into a beige knit sweater. The bottom was covered with slacks and his hair was half dry. He was picked up by his back, revealing a smooth and full forehead... It seemed more handsome than before.
He swept the room and saw the kite on the window sill. He came over and closed the window, and his fingertip touched the forehead of the kite.
He quickly retracted his hand and turned to go outside the room.
The kite jumped down to follow him.
The house was covered with thick carpets, stepped on it like cotton, soft, and there was no sound.
The man went downstairs into the kitchen. The first kite went around the kitchen door for two laps and finally went up and walked in.
The man is holding his sleeves and taking out the ingredients from the refrigerator. He seems to be planning to cook for himself.
The kite looks for a higher place to jump up and sit and watch the man cook.
The porridge was bubbling in the pot, and the aroma of the food floated in the air, but apart from this, there was no interest in the kitchen.
It seems that there is no one inside.
The man licked the porridge and fry two small dishes. After the porridge and the vegetables were taken out, they took the bowl from the cupboard.
He looked up at the kite sitting in the high place, walked over and reached out: "Go down."
The kite jumped directly from the side, took a few steps out of the kitchen, jumped onto the chair at the table, put the table on both feet, and straightened up.
the man:"……"
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The kite is very hungry.
When the original owner came out, the man did not give her something to eat, and later consumed so much physical strength, she had already been hungry and had a chest back.
If it wasn't for her strength, she just wanted to eat those cans.
The man came over and sat down, giving himself a bowl of porridge, but he didn’t mean to give the kite.
First kite: "..."
The kite stretched out his claws and pulled down the man's wrist.
The man looked at him and his voice was cold: "What happened?"
The kite continued to pull the bowl in front of him with his claws. The man squatted and put down the chopsticks after a while.
"Want to eat?"
The first kite was ordered with a small head.
The man’s expression was a little different, and it was probably shocked by the fact that the kite could understand him accurately.
But he quickly returned to calm, got up and went to the kitchen to take a plate and a little porridge inside.
The plate was placed in front of the kite.
The white porridge is sticky and silky, with rice scent, and the kite feels hungry.
The first kite recalled how the original owner had eaten and began to eat well. Fortunately, he quickly mastered the skills.
But the porridge didn't taste much. The kite looked up at the other two plates on the table.
The man has been paying attention to the movement of the kitten, seeing her staring at the plate of the dish, the blue scorpion, like the inlaid gems, beautiful and quiet.
The man’s heart was slightly moved, and the vegetables were placed on her plate with chopsticks.
The kite turned his head and looked at him. The latter had already lowered his head and quietly porridge.
Next, the man added some food to her from time to time, and the kite quickly dried up a bowl of porridge.
The first kite is long hair, and it will inevitably get some things. The normal situation is that you will get rid of it, but the kite is not happy.
She looked at her two claws and made it difficult.
No, how can a mature cat be stumped by this little thing! I can!
The kite grabs the small claws, jumps off the chair, prepares to overcome the psychological obstacles, and finds a place to wash.
However, before he took two steps, he was lifted up by the deadly neck and then held in his arms.
First kite: "..."
It’s hard.
The man found the scorpion, wiped the hair of the first kite, and wiped the claws. The first two kites of powder and tender claws are placed in the palm of the man's hand, and they all look petite and cute.
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The man wiped the kite and put her down. He tried to say to her: "I am going to wash the dishes. You can go upstairs and wait for me."
He probably wants to see if the kite is really understandable.
The kite arrogantly slammed the tail and quickly fell on the floor.
When the first kite disappeared on the stairs, the man’s eyes flashed and he finally lowered his head to clean up the mess.

You should look at this plane as a welfare, just want to be optimistic about people raising cats hhhhh