How to be a cat king, waiting online, very urgent...
On the bank of Linzhong Lake, deep in the woods, on a low wooden pile, Zheng Qing's transformed black cat held its paws and looked at the dozens of cats of different sizes and types surrounding it with a sad look on its face.
Ten thousand alpacas galloped past.
It is said that cats are trembling, and they like to toss their shit-shoveling officials in various ways, and they never tire of it.
But for Zheng Qing, he didn't notice the tendency of the cats in front of him to tremble. On the contrary, he just beat up the biggest cat, and then all the other cats came together to be beaten by him - to be honest
, he was really proud of himself for a little while at first. After all, wherever he went, there was a large group of younger brothers hugging him, which was really impressive.
But soon, he became bored.
After all, cats are not really social animals. Although I don’t know why, these cats in the school get together and choose a leader, but in fact, most of the cats still maintain a subtle distance between them - as if they are in full bloom.
The dandelions echo each other when they are gathered together, but when the wind comes, they all go their own way and scatter into a ball.
This is not the Elvis that Zheng Qing wants to be.
Complaints are complaints, before the cats dispersed, Zheng Qing still enjoyed the highest 'treatment' among a group of cats - for example, if any cat caught a sparrow, it would take the thickest piece of breast meat in its mouth as tribute.
He; for example, if there are two cats fighting each other, if he looks over, the two cubs will calm down the cats peacefully; for another example, the most beautiful Persian cats and Ragdoll cats in the cat group,
At this moment, they were all lying around the black cat obediently.
It needs to be emphasized here that a certain black cat does not intend to have a more in-depth communication with these beautiful little cats that transcends racial relations. He just thinks that these long-haired little female cats are well-behaved and beautiful, and they are very comfortable to step on.
.Besides, there will always be a few cats around him. Instead of giving up his position to those idiots with muscles and murderous faces, it is better to give it to these little female cats.
Originally, Zheng Qing planned to live leisurely and leisurely as an unambitious Elvis until the effects of the transformation potion wore off before leaving.
Until a blue cat gave him a dead mouse as tribute.
Black Cat raised his eyebrows, finally realizing that he seemed to have missed something.
He stood up and shouted to the blue cat: "Stop!"
"boom!"
As if a bomb had dropped into the woods, the cats who were lying down, lying down, and walking around were startled by the sudden "strange sound" - the bold ones showed their teeth and claws.
He looked around with the sharp knife in his hand; the timid one jumped into the canopy of the tree next to him, and after hiding it, he carefully poked half of his head out and looked down.
This almost made Zheng Qing angry.
It's just such a group of stragglers who can run faster than anyone else in trouble, so what else can you expect them to do! It's really Elvis Presley's tragedy to have such a bunch of subordinates.
Fortunately, he is not a real cat, so he doesn't have to be so miserable all the time.
After a pause, Zheng Qing recovered from the 'disintegration' of the cats. At the same time, after the 'dispersed' cats found no danger, they gathered together again in twos and threes, chirping, and interacted with each other one by one.
He licked his fur and rubbed it, acting as if nothing had happened just now.
The black cat stared at them silently for a long time, and finally gave up the plan of teaching them a lesson.
"Ahem!" He coughed dryly, raised a paw and pointed at the blue cat just now.
Because of the little accident just now, he realized that speaking human words might scare these cats, but he didn't want to meow like a cat - on the one hand, he felt that meowing like a cat would make people feel silly, and he couldn't say it;
, and more importantly, he doesn’t know what kind of cat meow means what, which is a bit embarrassing - what if after he meows, seven or eight female cats shyly come over, he won’t
It's fun.
After thinking about it again and again, he simply stretched out his paws and started to draw, hoping that the group of "more spiritual cats" in front of him were really as spiritual as his classmates said.
'Mouse, I want more!'
Zheng Qing pointed at the dead mouse on the ground, then pointed at himself, then folded his paws and let out an 'ouch' sound.
"Ouch!" The blue cat nodded repeatedly, then turned around and jumped into the forest again with a whoosh.
Zheng Qing looked at the blue cat's back with satisfaction. His eyes fell on the other lazy cats. He couldn't help but froze, and then became furious: 'You guys, go too!'
He kicked and kicked a few times, driving up the cats who were napping on the ground. Then he pointed at the dead mouse under the tree stump and howled a few times.
The other cats meowed in complaint and ran out of the forest dejectedly—even the Persian cats and Ragdoll cats were no exception, and were all driven by Zheng Qing to catch mice.
Soon, the first blue cat to leave came back.
It had a dead sparrow in its mouth.
The black cat's beard trembled and he stared blankly at the sparrow, speechless for a long time.
There was the first one, then the second one, and then the third one. After a while, the big and small cats that Zheng Qing drove away came back with their own tributes.
Zheng Qing finally despaired of the intelligence of these stupid cats.
A kicking sparrow, a plump caterpillar, a big-tailed squirrel, and occasionally a mouse or two - these are relatively normal tributes.
There was also a guy with a clear mind who found a nest of corpse-eating beetles from somewhere and brought it to Zheng Qing! When Zheng Qing saw it, he had the urge to bite it to death and feed it to the bugs.
The strangest thing is the former leader cat, the Norwegian forest cat. I don’t know whether to show that it is different or to show its bravery. It holds a three-foot-long grass snake in its mouth and gives it to Zheng Qing.
Come over here!
When the grass snake rolled under Zheng Qing's feet, it was not completely dead. There were gurgling blood in the transparent holes on the snake's neck, and the slender body of the snake flapped randomly, scattering grass clippings everywhere.
Collapse, soil flying.
The black cat took a long breath and then let it out slowly.
Don't be angry, don't be angry, they are just a bunch of stupid cats, you don't need to be as knowledgeable as them.
Then take a long breath again and let it out slowly.
The forest cat watched the black cat inhale. Maybe he thought he had done a good job, so he happily came over, stretched out his paw and pulled it open, then disembowelled the grass snake.
Stab!
The snake's blood, along with a few drops of strangely colored liquid, burst onto the black cat's face.
The black cat finally couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, yelled, pounced on it, slapped the forest cat on the head, slapped it with its two tails, and made it dizzy. Then, with a squealing sound, it was beaten hard.
It was beaten - among the cats, this forest cat seemed to be more resistant to being beaten, so it was left alone.
After venting his anger, Black Cat finally felt a little more comfortable.