Miao often thinks that humans are stupid, especially their own shit shovelers.
Because they can't understand what cats create with keyboards, they just think that cats are naughty and always like to jump on the owner's keyboard and press them.
Not at all!
As a pure-blooded fat orange cat, A Miao disdains to explain such absurd slander.
Because it firmly believes that the documents it takes on the keyboard with its paws, if it can be translated from cat language into human language, the quality of the work is enough to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
It's a pity that the stupid shit shoveling officer never took it seriously, and even deleted his masterpiece as a junk document.
Tsk tsk, who should the unlucky Miao find reason?
In addition, I whispered that in fact, like other cats, Ah Miao understands human language, but it never thought of using human language to output.
Just kidding, a noble kitty should speak cat language, how could it be so disrespectful to speak human words!
If this kind of thing is known by the ragdoll cat next door who loves gossip, the pet cats in the whole apartment building will know about it soon, and they will talk about it as a big joke for half a year. Do you still want face?
So, Ah Miao has sworn a long time ago, even if she has no dried fish to eat in her life, and no woolen balls to play with, she will never do something so unprofessional as human words!
Over the years, A Miao has been prudently keeping the secret that she understands human language. Occasionally, when inspiration comes, she rushes to the desk of the shit shovel officer, outputs high-frequency output to the keyboard, and is complacent with the results of her creation in cat language.
Although in the end these great works were deleted by the shit shovel officer as garbled code, there is no way to leave a shining trace in the history of world civilization.
But a truly broad-minded master, um, just like A Miao, doesn't care about these trivial things.
Anyway, there is a shit shovel officer who feeds, feeds, water, shovels, and combs. Every day is comfortable from head to toe, and the peak of cat life is nothing like this.
So when the work is deleted, just use the cat language to scold the shit shoveling officer for a few words. As for whether or not your work can win the Nobel Prize, it doesn't really matter.
Only once did A Miao break her oath.
It was its shit shoveling officer, the time when the young girl hid at home alone and cried bitterly in the middle of the night because of the double blow of unemployment and lovelorn.
When this girl encountered some small problems and setbacks before, A Miao handled them with ease. Isn't it just selling cuteness and rubbing his legs and stuffing himself into each other's arms to act like a spoiled child, he will soon cheer up the sluggish shit shoveling officer, and his sad face will be filled with smiles again.
Occasionally, the problem is a little more serious, and the shit shoveling officer can't cheer up just by licking the cat, and it doesn't matter.
As long as Ah Miao is willing to put down her body, spread out her bulging belly and let the girl slap her, and at the same time pretend to make a meow that is so comfortable that she is about to ascend to the sky, the problem will be solved.
But this time I have tried all the methods, and it still doesn't work.
Well, the question seems to be a bit big.
A Miao helplessly stared at the silly girl who was paralyzed on the sofa, with several empty beer cans rolling on the edge of the coffee table, unable to fall off.
At this moment, A Miao really wanted to listen to her inner call and push them all down from the edge of the coffee table, just like she was used to in the past.
Just thinking about it makes me feel good.
But this time, Miao tried very hard to control her claws.
It carefully pushed all the jars and cups on the edge of the coffee table back to the middle of the table, then jumped on the sofa, dragged the blanket over, and covered the girl who was half asleep.
I have to admit that its slightly overweight weight is a bit of a hindrance at this time.
Well, it's time to put a two-and-a-half-minute daily workout routine on the agenda.
But these are things to be considered in the future. The most important thing right now is how to make the extremely sad shit shovel officer feel really comforted and happy.
Seeing her pitiful appearance of "no one likes me at all" muttering in her mouth with tears strewn all over her cheeks, A Miao only felt a throbbing pain in her heart.
Oh, how could this silly girl think so?
She is so good, so good, better than the whole world of dried fish and woolen balls combined!
But she didn't know it herself.
A Miao has always wanted to tell her this. In fact, many of the things she has done in the past, including rubbing her legs and showing her belly, are all beating around the corner and saying to her: Dear shit shoveling officer, you are really good, otherwise If so, how could such an excellent and lovely kitten like me, with such high eyes, be willing to get close to you?
Alas, I don't know if this idiot understood.
There is no way, A Miao is too thin-skinned, and there are many words that are too embarrassing to say directly.
But ah, there are many sad people in this world who have fallen into the trap of self-doubt, and some vague hints are not enough to pull them out of the dark well.
Those words of consolation must be shouted out loudly and frankly, to be strong enough!
A Miao suddenly made up her mind.
This time, it has to say something to its own shit shovel officer.
What the poisonous oath I made before, what the jokes of other cats in the whole building, I don't care about it!
Hmph, it's none of my business to gossip about other people's families, so why don't I care about my own family just because I'm afraid of this trivial matter!
In the next second, Fat Ju A Miao leaped onto the desk with vigour, and skillfully opened the computer and documents. The huge cat face was reflected on the screen, and she stretched out her claws to the keyboard to "papapa" output.
Even for A Miao, who has reached the level of a writer, this manuscript is quite difficult to write.
So it revised draft after draft over and over again.
I have never been so serious in my life.
It wasn't until the night dissipated, and the early morning light poured into the room through the window, that Miao retracted her claws contentedly, yawned, jumped back to the sofa, shrunk herself into a round ball, and fell asleep next to the shit shovel officer. .
After a while, the girl on the sofa will wake up.
She will be pleasantly surprised to find that the big fat orange is shrinking in her arms, sleeping very cutely and well-behaved.
But the bigger surprise is yet to come.
As long as she gets up and is drawn to the desk by the light from the computer screen, she will find a letter written to her on the screen.
She will definitely be moved to tears by the content of the letter, no longer tangled and blame herself for the setbacks in the past, and has the confidence to live a good life.
After all, it was her cat's best work in her life, and it was the only time it said human words.
"To the best shit shoveling officer in the world: I love you forever, Meow Meow Meow."
Last updated: October 2, 2022