"I order you to open your stomach." Cheshire Cat squatted in front of the refrigerator and shouted loudly. He raised his head and kept mumbling words that others could not understand.
"I order you to open your stomach, you lazy guy." The Cheshire Cat could almost smell the half-opened can of cats that the android had put in the refrigerator. The refrigerator is very shy, unlike the vinyl record player that keeps singing. No matter how much the Cheshire Cat urges the guy pretending to be dead, it just won't open the door. But the Cheshire Cat was not angry, because even if its owner came, he would have to use force on the refrigerator to open its cold belly.
"If you don't open the door, I'm going to do the same thing as everyone else." The Cheshire Cat gave the last warning.
As a cat, he deeply understands the hardships of this family.
In the past few nights, its owner always made loud noises when making little cubs with the mistress, and those noises made the other mistress angry. She seemed to be in heat and needed a little human lick. The Cheshire Cat can understand this idea. After all, before his balls were lost, those female cats took the initiative to find him. As long as a drop of urine is left outside, those female cats will scratch the door during estrus, and their kittens will be exposed in this way - at least there is only one cat with emerald green stripes nearby.
But now no matter how long it peed outside, no female cat paid attention to it.
As a cat, it can understand the hard work of its owner.
The Cheshire Cat sighed in a mature manner. It was originally just a free little spirit in Avalon, until one day, it was attracted by a magic, and then it signed a contract in a daze and stayed with its owner forever. It is not living too badly. It is quite satisfied with this noisy, crowded world with many delicious food. It even has its own servant - the Cheshire Cat does not know that the servant is blind. How can you see things with your eyes, but she feeds me every day, then she must be my servant.
Except for the big bird on fire, the Cheshire Cat could never catch its tail feathers, and the noises made by its master and mistress really disturbed its hunting. But it didn't comment on the matter because whether it hunted or not, its owner always hunted canned cats from the refrigerator. Cheshire Cat is convinced that this is an extremely difficult job, and the shy refrigerator is the biggest obstacle.
"I order you to open your belly." This time, the Cheshire Cat just whispered.
The night belongs to the cat, and it will jump in the shadows in the corners of the room, looking for enemies that appear in cups, bowls, and any container. It flutters between the couch and the pillows, catching the sparkling spirits in the air and swallowing them in one gulp. It will sing the long fairy poem from Avalon in the moonlight, even if it only remembers the beginning and the pollen that fell on its nose while eavesdropping on the fairy lord's song.
The night belongs to the cat. It will sleep in the arms of its owner when the sun is bright, enjoying the sound of rustling parchment and the pleasant touch of the owner. It will devour its food sleepily, then forget whether it has eaten anything and clamor for another. It will lie on anything that can generate heat, enjoying the warmth that cats should enjoy in this world, including magic.
why not? Aren’t cats the masters of this world?
It remembered magic, that thing that ran like electricity through its body and made its hair stand on end. It was a special feeling, and although the magic belonged to its owner, the Cheshire Cat felt like he should be able to do something about the refrigerator. "Magic!" it shouted threateningly. "I will cast a spell on you if you don't open your belly again."
The refrigerator was motionless, except for the slight vibration from the refrigerator.
"Are you scared?" The voice was very obvious to the Cheshire Cat, and it shouted happily, "If you are scared, then open your stomach quickly! I want to eat canned food and new cakes." ! If you want to promise not to tell anyone, I can give you a little."
After a while, seeing that all the coercion and inducement failed, the Cheshire Cat decided to try something else.
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"Well, if you want to eat canned cats, you can ask Dinah to bring them to you." Salomon frowned. He twisted the back of the obese cat's neck and stared at the cat with its eyes wide open. He said with innocent eyes, "Instead of digging out everything in the refrigerator like now."
The Cheshire Cat meowed twice in grievance, and its emotions were accurately conveyed to Salomon by the contract. But the Mystic Master did not relent. After he finished educating Lara Croft, he came home and saw the Cheshire Cat jumping up and down in the refrigerator. He's not happy about his cat opening the refrigerator door.
This is a magic pet, not an ordinary cat. It is much smarter than ordinary cats!
After all, the cat, which already weighs over 15 pounds, seems to have dug out everything stored in the freezer. Not only that, the fat cat ate at least half of the cake, but also rolled in the cake - from the cream it tried to lick off its mouth and the cat ears that were stuck to its head. A piece of frosting showed that he must have been very happy before Salomon returned home.
Fortunately, this is a magical beast and not an ordinary cat, otherwise it would have been admitted to the pet hospital after eating so much cake.
"What, Dinah is not at home and Bayonetta took her out?" Salomon turned around and looked around, only to realize that he was the only one at home. When asked about the Cheshire Cat, she only said that Athena had called (it was the one who answered the phone, and she meowed into the phone, which Athena could understand), and then Bayonetta and Joan of Arc were dressed in beautiful clothes. The android maid drove the car out. The Cheshire Cat said that he originally wanted to go, but he declined the invitation in order to keep company with the boring refrigerator.
"Next time, don't talk about stealing food so smartly, stupid cat." The mystic mage gave up on pursuing the trouble caused by this greedy fat cat, because this stupid cat will not change no matter what, and the weight loss measures will only Yes, it will look for something to eat everywhere. He summoned a few invisible servants to clean the house, tidy up the refrigerator, and throw the Cheshire cat into the sink to wash it.
"Don't drink the bath water." This is Salomon's warning to the Cheshire Cat. "Don't lick the fur in the bath."
After dealing with these things, he had time to see what news the radio wave that chased his ass around the world brought. Professor Randolph's matter has been resolved. Perhaps because of the constant crossing of time zones, Salomon can no longer calculate how long it has passed for Agent Coulson, but he is still very happy that his rune stone can send It came in handy - Agent Coulson sent him a photo, which showed several people frozen in ice, and the berserker canes they were holding could be vaguely seen.
Agent Coulson said he could cooperate next time and that he had helped Professor Randolph forge an identity and he would start a new life. So Salomon sent Professor Randolph's current location to Coulson. As an alien contract with the highest level of confidentiality, any owner of the contract can know the location of the contractee. This is not a very powerful function. He is just stating a fact to Agent Coulson.
"See!" he said, "I never leave a flaw."
In another message, the artificial intelligence urged him to complete the alchemical body as soon as possible, and it asked Salomon to visit its executor.
neglect.
Oh, there is another piece of news. Athena took Bayonetta and Joan of Arc to go to the spa. In other words, Salomon was the only one in the house before dinner.
