Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 73 [Cat CEO] The Busiest Cat in the World

"Mr. Lu, please be merciful, it's just an ordinary kitten."

"Mr. Lu, my two cars of cats have been brought downstairs to your company and can be replaced at any time."

"..."

"Well..." Sweeping turned over half of his body and used his hands to catch the cat out of habit. There was nothing in front of him, and his pillow was also empty.

"Shengjing?" Swian squinted his eyes and touched his back, but it was empty.

Hiss, I didn't find his cat on the bed, so I touched and pressed the light switch, grabbed the edge of the bed sideways and looked at the ground, "Did you get kicked down?"

He couldn't see clearly, so he squinted his eyes and could only see a pair of slippers on the ground.

As soon as she moved her head, two very small things fell from her hair to the ground with a splat. Sweeping through, she saw clearly that they were the two small simulated mice she bought for Lu Shengjing.

"Rat..." Swian picked them up by the tail and put them back on his pillow. He felt a little suspicious. He couldn't really control his wildness and went to catch real mice, right? "Shengjing?"

"..."

Sweeping his glasses on and looking around, he was indeed no longer in the room.

"Lu Shengjing."

"..." Sweeping the quilt tightly, she could only use her trump card.

Sweeping gritted his teeth: "...husband?"

"..." He didn't show up.

"Hiss, the wings are hard...didn't you hear that?" Swian put on his slippers and walked to the door, only to find that the bedroom door was ajar.

As soon as I walked to the living room, a beam of light came out from the half-open door of the study room.

Sweeping around to the study door, he hesitated at the door for a few seconds, then put down his hand on the doorknob and knocked on the door, "Shengjing, are you in there?"

Cat's ears slapped, and his tired voice came from the study: "Cat..."

"...Hiss." The cat's language was unintelligible to Weiwei.

"I'm coming in." Swian opened the door gently. The Maine Coon cat, who was handsome and wild during the day, was dozing off with his noble head on the keyboard. The computer had gone to sleep with a black screen.

"Busy?" Sweeping his way in, there were still documents and information he had read these days on the desk.

There were clothes he had left littering on the ground. Kuang Ye said that too many costumes would restrict the cat's range of free movement.

Some clothes, accessories, etc. that we humans find beautiful can be a burden to cats.

Too much burden will affect the cat's ability to perceive the external environment. Wearing clothes or applying too thick things to the paws will reduce the input of proprioception.

The cat will feel uncomfortable or insecure. After all, his current body is a real cat, and he has to obey the laws of a certain cat's survival.

Sweeping picked up the cat's clothes on the ground, and the clothes were torn in some places. It seemed that he was irritable when he removed this layer of restraint.

He must have encountered some troubles at work, Sivan thought.

The clothes were placed on an empty chair next to him. When he looked up, he saw a puppy pendant on the table.

The necklace given to him was placed on the table with his cell phone.

Sweeping the cat suddenly felt a little distressed. He must be the busiest cat in the world, otherwise he wouldn't have played so crazily with the cat toys yesterday.

It is inconvenient to do many things after turning into an animal, and it is no longer easy for him to keep up with his usual fast-paced work.

Sweeping walked over lightly, and picked up the cat on the chair cushion.Current chairs are too low for a large cat to use a computer.Sweep put a thin blanket and a cushion for him. It would be more convenient for the Maine Coon to sit on a chair of this height and use the computer.

The extremely sleepy cat rolled slightly to its side and fell into his arms. It became a big soft ball and began to purr patiently.

Sweeping him back on the bed and placing his phone next to the pillow.

He picked up the toiletries and prepared to go to the guest room to wash up. When he walked to the door, he suddenly felt that the sleeping cat was missing something.

Turning around, he put a pair of fake mice into the cat's arms for him to hold, turned off the lights in the bedroom, and then went to the guest room to wash up.

The sound was very quiet when changing clothes. Sweeping the cat didn't want to wake him up. The tips of the cat's ears moved but he didn't wake up.

When he went out, Sweeping took out the dried fish he usually ate and put it on the dining table, and poured some dried meat and biscuits so that he could eat them directly when he woke up.

After get off work, Swian went to the pet hospital to buy some digestive medicine for the Maine Coon cat.

The car stopped at the door of the pet hospital. As soon as I walked to the door, I was suddenly attracted by a civet cat on the doorstep.

The civet cat didn't look thin. He was sitting at the door of the pet hospital with a bowl in front of him with a few leftover grains in it.

The cat's paws were spinning the bowl boredly, with its head hanging down, as if it had no desire or desire.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a beggar in the cat world, but it looks a little fat.

Just at this time, Kuang Ye came out with a pack of cat food and said, "Yo yo yo, my ancestor, you can try this taste."

Kuang Ye, who had shaved off his entire body, looked energetic, but the way he poured food for the cat with a stern expression on his face made him look both elegant and scoundrel, like an impatient gangster.

Holding a lollipop in his mouth, he roughly poured half a packet of cat food for the cat.

The cat ancestor lowered his head and smelled it, then ate two picky pieces and continued to turn the plate.

The cat's paw was placed on the edge of the plate and pressed. The plate tilted up and most of the grain was spilled.

Sweeping to the door, he smiled slightly and crossed his arms: "You're not disturbing Dr. Kuang's service to our ancestors, are you?"

The impatient gangster casually slapped the fat cat's head twice, and stood up helplessly:

"My ancestor, who was just picking it up at the door, came to my door to beg for food. He meowed pitifully at me two days ago and refused to eat any food he was given today."

Kuang Ye raised his hand to invite everyone to come in: "Where are your ancestors? Didn't you bring them over? You can get a [-]% discount on sterilization surgery this week."

Kuang Ye made an "eight" in front of him as if seductive: "I will hold the knife myself."

Swallowing a faint smile: "My ancestors' good genes were wasted like this?"

"Mrs. Lu, what you said is wrong. Please sit down." Kuang Ye invited Siwan to the rest chair and went to get a glass of water. "It seems that I have to introduce the benefits of this operation to you in detail."

"No need to introduce." Sweep picked up the water and took a sip, "The medicine last time worked well, I want to take some back."

There was a sound of stainless steel colliding with the ground at the door, and she looked out, and saw that fat cat was turning its rice bowl again.

"Hey, aren't you happy that your ancestor has joined the army?" Jiang Shuan joked, "Dr. Kuang has superb skills, aren't you going to arrange an operation for him?"

Kuang Ye pressed his temples with a headache: "Forget it, are you picking a date?"

"A few days ago, a stray cat was begging for food at my door. Seeing that it seemed like a good person, I gave it some food, and then it refused to leave."

Kuang Ye said, "I temporarily found a stainless steel bowl for it, and now it jingles when the cat is tired of eating the food."

(End of this chapter)