Chapter 31 (Pudding Story)
My name is Pudding.

It's a grey and white cat.

Red eyes, lazy attitude, no one or anything can make me lazy in the slightest.

I can jump on the starlight, I will climb to the roof when there is no one, and think carefully, can I pluck the moon, can I tear off the clouds and make a sweet soup for a night.

I want to sneak out of the door quietly, go after the butterflies at dusk, deliberately let the pollen of the rape flower fall on my nose, I can sneeze a lot, roll around for the naughty nature, and I can take the opportunity to crush a piece of rapeseed flower.

Maybe, the owner of the flower field will be so angry that he will chase me around with a broom?

This is not good. I ran home with a cat's walk, ran into the mistress's arms and stretched my waist. Maybe the master is as skinny as me and took the opportunity to fight with me, but I'm not afraid, because I'm her 's baby.

Climb to the balcony to take a big sleep, wait for the little master to come home from school, hold me and tell me about her immature thoughts.

I like to tickle the hostess' hair and mess up her braids.When the master is upset, I press the pads on the paws against her arm.

I have an ancestor named Pudding.

This is a white and gray cat with beautiful eyes. In these small eyeballs, it seems to contain a vast sea of ​​stars and seas, which is so peaceful.Its favorite place is the small part of the house where you can sunbathe, the room that is so big, and only this one belongs to itself.

In my heart it is a part of the family, in its heart I am pudding's life.

(End of this chapter)

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