I Can Talk to Cats [MTL]

71-72

I Can Talk to Cats Chapter 71:
When he heard the cat say this suddenly, Lin Lan was suddenly silent.

She can coax the kitten's trust, coax it to stay in the cage without trouble, and coax him to eat happily and grow up. But when he heard that he missed his dead mother cat, Lin Lan suddenly didn't want to cheat.

"It can't eat any more." So after a moment of silence, Lin Lan said directly, "You listen to me, little hydrangea. Your mother died because of injuries, and she can't eat any better."

This kitten and mother cat's affairs are not as easy to deal with as the cat's ball and uncle Lee died. The kitten saw the death of the mother cat in person, instead of seeing nothing like the ball, even now it does not Understand, I will definitely understand in the future.

The most important thing is that until the truth of death is not understood, this kitten will definitely continue to eat anything like this and will save most of the behavior for the mother cat. This is absolutely not acceptable.

"Little hydrangea, do you know what it means to die? Just die, you won't move, you won't call, you won't get up to lick your hair, and you won't eat anything."

A bleak milk cat cried suddenly in the cubicle, high and sad, making Wang Jiayang, who had been staring at it there, startle, and subconsciously stood up and wanted to go there.

It's just that the person just walked to the door of the cubicle, and the door opened first. She saw Lan Lan holding a small cage with a hydrangea cat in her hand, and carrying the strap of the female cat's body in the other hand. When she saw the door, she came directly.

"Jiayang." Lin Lan handed everything to Wang Jiayang, and he went to take the gloves and flower shovel and other tools used to organize the yard's flowerbed, and said directly, "Go, since you are determined to raise small hydrangeas, you are also yourself The body of the mother cat brought back, then do all the things behind, and send her mother to the cat with the little hydrangea. "

The three-month-old little hydrangea cat lay in the cage and screamed at the cloth bag containing the mother cat. Until the cloth bag and the cat cage were held together, they rested, and the small body was tightly held by the cage. Close to the bag.

Wang Jiayang no longer knows how many times she has red eyes. What she can do now is to put the little hydrangea and her mother closer. It is impossible to get closer. The cat corpse has begun to rot gradually, and her body has been cleaned and disinfected. The little hydrangea can no longer be like before.

"This ... really doesn't matter?" On the road, Wang Jiayang didn't know what to say. Afterwards, he would watch the female cat buried in the soil and what would bring a psychological shadow to the kitten.

Lin Lan looked back at her and put her eyes back on the road: "Then you are too small to look at the cat. Although the hydrangea is a kitten, it is also a genuine stray cat. The mother cat sheltering it dies if there is no us Take it away, the cat may still be ignorant for a while, but it will still quickly understand what is going on. As a descendant of stray cats, death should be the thing that they are most uncommon and do their best to avoid. "

Wang Jiayang breathed a suffocated breath, and she suddenly remembered that Lin Lan was going to move the cat food to feed the stray cats every three or five times. After that, Song Xinmin also often helped, but she had never been there because of her coquetry and being responsible for the teahouse's diet. Now, I want to come, and everyone in the shop knows more about stray cats than she does.

Take a look at this skinny kitten, and then look at the body of the female cat sealed in a bag. When you recalled that when you went to the pet clinic, Dr. Liu took a look at the body of the cat and said that it was a serious injury caused by fighting with other animals. The elegant lady with the beautiful cat suddenly realized that the stray cat's environment was more cruel than she thought.