Mr. G began to live a "happy" life in the deep mountains and forests.
There are enough potatoes in the field just in time for harvest.
G found that there are many big cats with short tails here. At night, they fight over territory and fight, shouting constantly.
The cry was indescribable. It sounded like a leopard or a tiger, "roaring". She screamed all night long, making him unable to sleep.
After a few days, G couldn’t bear the fine food, fine clothes, and meat every meal. I can't stand eating potatoes every day, so I just want to eat meat.
The small animals nearby are all food for the big cat, and there are not many left. They are also very alert and cannot be caught at all. And there are so many big cats that you can sometimes see them wandering around the village. Every time he held the ax in his hand, the big cats stopped coming closer, turned around and walked away slowly.
The most common ones here are the big cats, all of them fat and strong. G gradually changed from his original fear. Seeing fifty or sixty kilograms of meat running all over the floor, he couldn't stop drooling.
Finally, G took the plunge and made up his mind to go hunting. Isn't it just a cat? As long as it is not a tiger or a cheetah, no matter how big the cat is, it is still a cat. No matter how big a cat is, it can't be smarter than a human, right?
Big cats are naturally ferocious, so there is no way they can just sit there and wait for death. When they see someone coming to chop it with an axe, they will often attack it. Fight if you can, and run away if you can't.
Seeing G being chased around the tree by the short-tailed cat and escaping in embarrassment, the God of Death felt so sorry: "You can buy a dance with cats after one year of your life span?"
Xining rolled his eyes: "Don't he like to torture cats? These are cats. There are so many of them. Let him torture as many as he wants."
Bobcats have been taken off the endangered species list, and many countries have lifted restrictions on their hunting. Here, it seems that there are too many, and there is a tendency for flooding.
G goes there and can contribute to quantity control.
"Ah, get out of here, get out of here!" In the computer live broadcast, G waved and shouted with a pale face. Standing opposite him was an adult short-tailed cat weighing fifty pounds and grinning.
Death... is this abusing a cat or being abused by a cat?
Xining picked up the coffee and looked like a very calm person who had come before: "It was always like this in the beginning. Once you gain experience, you will get better. I think he is doing a good job. Keep going, keep going!"
Don't worry, it's settled. Even though a bobcat is about the same size as a wolf, it is still a cat and likes to be alone. Ordinary people can't deal with a pack of wolves, but they still have the ability to deal with a big cat.
The porridge next to him had his mouth turned into upward smile lines. As long as he saw the misfortune of these cat abusers, he would be happy.
Since there was no notice that the mission was over, Xining lived a semi-leisurely life.
Dress up beautifully and sit in the store every day. Look at the computer, play with your mobile phone, drink coffee, and when you are bored, just look at the cats outside.
This place has become quite famous. Cat lovers named it "Cat Paradise" and even made a sign hanging on it. The brand is quite beautiful, with some cat paws printed on it. Xining thought that if the brand was broken, she would pay to get another one.
People come over every day to help change the cat litter, feed the cat food, and entertain the cats with dried fish. There are as few as three or four people, and as many as one group has just left, and another group has arrived. The TV station came over to film the incident and even went into the store to interview her.
The photographer next to her was holding a camera, and the reporter pointed at her with a microphone: "What kind of idea made you build this cat paradise?"
Because after feeding some cat food, I gained faith power. The value of faith power far exceeds the price of cat food, so I built it.
Of course, she couldn't say this out loud. She didn't want to be thrown into the hospital as a madman, nor did she want organizations like Men in Black and District 8 to come and capture her in the laboratory.
Xining replied calmly: "Because I'm too busy."
The reporter was stunned, took back the microphone and asked, "Did you do this because you like cats?"
Cat? Not bad, the cat is too bad, especially the porridge, it is wilted, bad, and bad. There are fewer people coming every time, and there is not enough cat food outside, so it drags the bag to feed it, and then asks her for her faith. The posture was like asking for dried small fish, rolling and grinding in all kinds of ways, and moaning "mummy".
Xining thought for a while: "No, because they refused to leave, they barked when they were hungry, and they couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so they fed them as they went. If anyone wants to raise them, just take them away."
The reporter held the microphone and continued to be stunned. Why didn't this act according to common sense?
Let's change the question: "This store is very special. I have never seen such a decoration. What does it sell?"
Xining picked up the coffee, took a long sip, put down the cup, and then answered: "Selling plaster statues, do you want to buy one?" She didn't want to get into trouble without saying what she was really selling.
The reporter looked around. One side of the wall was white and the other side was black: "What kind of characters are these?"
Xining replied: "For the Oslo God Clan, this side is the heaven and that side is the underworld."
Outdated gods from thousands of years ago? The reporter asked curiously: "Is it from the Oslo God Clan? I heard that the Aos Protoss Clan has been very popular recently and is very effective. Mrs. Bei has been worshiping it even when she was going through a divorce lawsuit."
"Really?" Xining remained calm: "Is that so? I don't know. How about you buy one and go back and try it."
Anyway, there is no oil and salt in it, so I pretended not to know and got past it.
Death works at night and sleeps during the day. By afternoon, he showed up. If he doesn't show up, then there's no need to leave food for him.
After eating, the God of Death will clean up and wash the dishes in return for the meal. After washing the dishes, I sat in front of the computer and read various information and consultations. Xining would watch with her for a while. When they encountered something interesting or important, the two of them would chat casually. When it was almost time to go to bed, they would go upstairs to sleep.
And porridge was like her pet. She went upstairs to sleep and followed him, piling it next to him and unable to drive him away. Although the dead cat has no warmth, it is furry and feels good to the touch.
Just like this, I was living day by day. After a month, my computer and mobile phone reminded me that it was time to complete the contract.
Seeing the text message notification, Xining remembered that the time was up so soon? Then go get it.
G carried a cat with its skin, head, feet, and internal organs removed back to the village. After removing the inedible parts, the weight could be much lighter.
When you get to the place where you live, hang up the cat, pick up the ax and start chopping. Since the first fight, he has done this kind of thing every three days. If you can't finish the meat, it will be useless if you leave it alone. It will attract flies and various bugs. Looking at the densely packed bugs and eggs will make you sick. Just throw it outside, and when you wake up in the morning, the meat will be carved up and taken away by other carnivorous scavengers.
Cut off the meat and roast it over fire. After it was cooked, he started eating. After eating, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and went to the side to get water to wash his face and hands.
I don't think about it at all when I'm hunting. As long as I can catch a cat, I'll have meat to eat. Big cats are very powerful. If they are not careful, they will pounce on them, bite them, or scratch them with their paws. In this deserted place, the wounds will become inflamed and they will die.
At this time, if you still want to capture them alive and torture them for fun, then you are sick.
