His Royal Highness the Cat

In my first year of work, I decided to find a wife for the briquettes.

The briquettes are one year old and it's time to get neutered or start a family.

I don't think I can decide anything for him, especially something so important.

When I graduated, I sent the briquettes to my parents' house. Of course, I provided cat litter and cat food as always.

It was still a summer, I contacted the pet store online and left as agreed.

The partner who went with me was a female colleague l of the company, and she lived in the same dormitory as me.

We went to the park first and met Qixi.

After that, I took Qixi to the pet store.

There are all kinds of cats in the store, and considering the genes of the briquettes, I chose the same genetic fold-eared blue cat.

The two cats were brought back to the dormitory together. The elegant white cat was named Qixi, and the blue cat was named Molu.

The specific origin of the name has been forgotten, but it is clear that the elk ended up called Mangk.

Mang K is a girl, lively and active, jumping up and down in the room every day, disturbing everyone's restlessness.

A few times, roommates just kicked it away or threw it from the upper bunk, but she was safe and continued to play.

The roommate joked: "She jumps up and down like a monkey every day. What kind of deer is she called? Then a lady's name should be called a wild monkey."

I thought the wild monkey was too ugly, so I took the homonym of the English translation of monkey - Yimang k, and it has been called until now.

However, after more than a month, my roommate changed his previous attitude of accompanying me to buy a cat, and hoped that I would send Mang K away.

At that time Qixi had already left.

I had planned to bring mangos to briquettes as a child bride-in-law when I returned home recently, so on a sunny morning, I took mangos on the way home (to find a husband).

My mother was very angry when she saw that I brought back a cat.

"Why did you buy another one?! You still don't think it's troublesome enough! Get it away for me! I don't want to keep it! One is enough, the relationship is not yours."

"Keeping one is also raising, and raising two is also raising. What's the difference? You don't need to spend money on cat litter and cat food, just clean up the litter. What's the trouble?"

"Then you come to clean it up, why did you throw it at me? This cat always pees on the bed, and every time I change the sheets, it takes a lot of effort to clean it! It's not you!"

"Isn't it because you didn't teach the bedwetting well? Animals need training, you just need to guide them a few more times!"

"I don't care, anyway, you find a way to get rid of this one, I don't keep it."

"I put it at home. There is no difference between raising two and raising one, and I gradually got used to it."

"Then I'll give it away, just because someone wants it."

"That's the daughter-in-law who gave the briquettes, what should you do if you give them the briquettes!" I was in a hurry.

"You don't need a daughter-in-law for briquettes! Do you still want him to have a litter?" The mother refused to budge.

I tried to step back: "You can give it away or sell it when you are born, it's up to you."

In this way, as soon as they came home, they fell into endless quarrels.

It's cats, not just cats.