"I still have some shorthair upstairs. If you want to see it, I will take you there later." The young man hesitated for a while, perhaps because he saw that Guan Lang was not very interested.
"Okay, thank you. I'm going to take a walk here first. Can I pet the kitten?"
"Please." The young man nodded.
Guan Lang walked over to a light gray British dachshund that was sleeping on its side and squatted down.
Sensing the approach of this "giant", the cat opened its big round eyes and looked at him closely.
The moist pink nose came close to Guan Lang and sniffed gently, and a gem-like amber light flashed.
Two short, furry paws cautiously probed towards Guan Lang.
Then he gently pinched his index finger.
The kitten turned over its soft and boneless body, revealing its pink belly. It straightened its two hind legs in mid-air and kicked the ground.
He stared at Guan Lang's fingertips and shook his head in a very cute way.
Guan Lang's fingertips came from the gentle warmth of the kitten's soft fleshy palms and the cat hair that rubbed against the surface of the skin and curled up.
"So cats are such friendly animals?" Guan Lang muttered in a low voice.
He had always thought that cats were very cold creatures. At least compared to dogs, which have been domesticated by humans for more than 15,000 years, the 5,000 years it took to domesticate cats seemed a little short.
From a genetic perspective alone, in the early days of animal domestication, among the individuals of the domesticated species, only those individuals who were most considerate of human emotions, in other words, the most docile, could receive more food and better care.
Therefore, they are better able to pass their genes on to the next generation.
In a longer selection, the domestic dog, as the first animal domesticated by humans, started at least 10,000 years earlier than the domestic cat, so dogs have become humans' closest animal friends.
But Guan Lang didn't expect that the kitten he just came into contact with would be so enthusiastic.
Taking the initiative to expose your body's weaknesses and belly to a stranger you met for the first time is undoubtedly a sign of friendliness.
Guan Lang put his palm on the kitten's soft belly and stroked it gently.
"Ta-da."
A cat next door that was jumping up and down on the cat climbing frame nimbly jumped down next to Guan Lang.
He climbed up to Guan Lang's side as lightly as tiptoes, and after letting out a soft cry, he also gently pressed his head against Guan Lang's little arm.
"One more thing, my British shorthairs are quite shy." The shop owner, who was sitting on the sofa behind him, was feeding the creamy white cat in his hand hair cream and said to Guan Lang and the two of them. "Don't touch their bellies.
I’m worried they’ll be careless.”
The young man raised his head as he spoke.
Then he saw a scene that he almost thought was an illusion.
My arrogant kittens were standing in a circle around Guan Lang, looking at Guan Lang with their heads raised like stars over the moon.
Several kittens in front of Guan Lang were lying on their backs, blinking at Guan Lang with their cute big eyes. Those charming little eyes were like the concubines competing for favor in the ancient harem.
He couldn't help but rub his eyes.
He must have seen it wrong.
The cats and children in his cattery are all beautiful, but the sales are not as satisfactory because the children in his cattery are too aloof.
He had some vague guesses about the reason. Sometimes, not to mention the customers, even he, the owner, would be indifferent.
But are these "little ladies" vying for favor now really his children?
Yang Zetao couldn't believe it and couldn't say it.
Inexplicably, there was a hint of bitterness in my heart, and I felt like an old father was unwilling to see his child get married.
Upon hearing the greeting, Guan Lang raised his head from the sea of cats and turned to look at the shopkeeper behind him.
"Well, it's okay, you can continue." The young shopkeeper smiled awkwardly.
Guan Lang was also satisfied with his cat petting addiction and looked at Wu Yazhen who was also squatting next to him, looking at him with envy.
"How about it, which cat do you want to take away?"
Although the cats in front of him were all cute, Guan Lang always felt that there was no one he particularly liked, so he left the choice to his little cousin.
"They're all so cute. The gray one, and the beige one. Well, the milky white one is also very cute and has very bright eyes." Wu Yazhen looked at it for a long time but couldn't decide.
"Then let's go upstairs and take a look at those beautiful shorts?" Guan Lang saw that she couldn't make up her mind at the moment, so he suggested.
"Yeah." Wu Yazhen, who was in a dilemma, nodded.
Regular catteries do not sell many varieties of cats like ordinary pet stores, usually only three or four types at most.
This is especially true for some award-winning catteries.
This store mainly sells British shorthair and American shorthair.
Although the price is a bit more expensive, the quality will not be a problem, at least it will not be like the British shorthair and American shorthair bought in some places, which will turn into a tabby cat as it grows up, and there is a possibility of being deceived by the store.
"Then I'll take you up." Although he was still a little unbalanced, Yang Zetao quickly calmed down.
After all, he runs a cattery, not an ordinary cat slave. He still needs to have the right food, and he can't just leave the customers alone.
After walking up the spiral staircase to the second floor, I saw several beautiful shorts licking each other's fur.
Compared with British shorthairs who are chubby and have big heads and round faces, American shorthairs look stronger and stronger, just like a miniature leopard, full of nobility, heroism and power.
But their nobility did not last long.
But Guan Lang walked into them and squatted down, within a few seconds.
As if magic had been cast, they all approached Guan Lang and acted like "licking cats".
"Cousin, why are you so popular with cats?" Wu Yazhen said in amusement next to her.
These cats were all indifferent to her.
"I don't know what's going on. As soon as I get close to them, they stick to them and I can't even push them away." Guan Lang was also very surprised.
After saying this, he gently lifted one of the cats up and held it one hand away as a gesture. The next moment, the cat that had been put away ran back affectionately.
"Look"
"Really, I'm so envious."
Seeing the words of these two people, Yang Zetao, who was buying lemons next door, was overwhelmed with emotion. He was so envious!
If he treated cat owners like this, they would definitely turn around and leave.
Even with the help of catnip, cat owners will not be very affectionate to him.
If it weren't for losing face, he would have wanted to learn from this boy named Guan and ask him how he made these little fairies become obedient. Is there any special method?
Speaking of which, before that one came, everything was different.
At that time, all the kittens in the family were still well-behaved girls, but within a few days of the arrival of that one, they all entered the rebellious stage, which broke his heart.
He often wonders if cats’ personalities can be contagious to each other?