Chapter 3 kitten log

When I came back in the evening, when the laborer saw me coming in, he reported that he had beaten Maomao Kara today, because it was attached to my bookcase, and he would not have a long memory if he didn’t beat him.I smiled lightly and said, still young!Will you go to the toilet by yourself when you are only a month old?My Kara is already very smart and finds the right toilet most of the time, only occasionally making mistakes.Sharpshooters can't guarantee 100% aiming and shooting!What's more, my Kara is very sensible, right in front of your eyes.In case it hides in some corner, how do you know?Overall an honest kid.He hugged Kara distressedly and touched him for a long time, and asked, "Did dad hurt from the beating? That bad dad."

When I went to the kitchen to wash my hands, I checked Kara’s urinal, and rushed over angrily and yelled at the worker: “You still blame my Kara! Have you changed the sand for it? Didn’t you see that it was full of feces and urine? Leave it alone, are you willing to continue shitting on the unflushed three-soaked shit?" The laborer was eating egg fried rice when he suddenly stopped his chopsticks and looked at me in embarrassment.speechless.The facial expression is dumbfounding.Feeling very embarrassed, I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't say anything, you continue to eat."

Last night mopping and cleaning.Usually sister-in-law Liuliu has a big temper when she is doing housework.Close all the doors, tell everyone present to take their seats, not to run around, and wait until the ground is dry before leaving, so as not to leave footprints all over the ground.Carla was quite honest squatting on the sofa at the time.After a while, I was curious and wanted to see what my mother was doing. I followed to the kitchen, and there were watermarks of little feet all the way.Not dirty, but I can see it too.He grabbed it by the neck and cursed at him. After a while, the laborer went to the bathroom without a long memory, and came to the living room with big feet all the way, black and hoarse.Furious, he yelled, "Who did it?!" The laborer blatantly said, "Kara, hit it." He!he!he!Such a big foot is not a child's mark as evidence, but I have the nerve to blame my Kara.

Every morning when I get up together, it's Kara's cheering moment, following me around, howling all the way, twirling and chasing my tail around me to give it breakfast.I was busy feeding it without opening my sleepy eyes.Too late to wash your face, too late to brush your teeth. Yesterday evening when I opened the refrigerator door to get a watermelon, Carla, who was dozing on the sofa, suddenly ran over and squatted at my feet, startled me, and asked why it was so tense? Labor narrator: "I saw you opened the refrigerator door, and thought you were going to feed me cat food." Little guy, it's only been a few days, and I have summed up my experience.Makes me ashamed not to feed it one more time.

Carla is a kitten.When we're not at home, he naps peacefully to refresh himself, and when we return, he follows us like a shadow.Now I'm typing, and it's lying at my feet purring and blowing bubbles in its throat, looking contented.If I went to the toilet, he would escort me to the door of the toilet, looking up from time to time to see what I was doing.It was Carla who made me feel that having a family is a wonderful thing.Someone in your family loves you and needs you, and you love him. 2003-12-21