Meow Ba

Chapter 14 The Little Girl's Letter

Ten o'clock in the morning is the reporting time, as long as you arrive at the police station on time, the formal training will start in the afternoon.

After packing up his luggage, Lorraine went out and bought a hot dog and put it on Ron's dinner plate. He told him not to run around, and when he came back, he and Fisher hurried to the police station restaurant in Building [-]. Lunch - Unlike the restaurants outside, the police restaurant has fixed hours, and Lorraine and Fisher have to apply for a dining card to eat, so the time is quite tight.

Staying in the dormitory, eating half a hot dog, Ron looked up at Fisher's bed for a while, but couldn't think of a way to deal with this big black guy, so he decided to go out for a walk to get familiar with the new environment.

Jumping on the window sill, Ron jumped onto the lawn outside with a light leap - Lorraine and Fisher's dormitory is on the first floor, which saves Ron the trouble of going in and out backwards. He cocked his tail and walked along Walk slowly on the sunny lawn.

The Orange County Police Headquarters is the oldest police station in Orange County. It no longer accepts police duties from outsiders. It is mainly responsible for the training of new police officers and the office of high-level police officers. More than 30 years ago, the land price in Orange County was still very cheap, so the area of ​​the police station It is very big. After more than 30 years of wind and rain, except for the old houses, the greenery of the Orange County Police Headquarters is more like an old school, quiet and serene.

In this peaceful atmosphere, Ron walked around the entire police station along the flower beds—the Orange County Police Headquarters has a total of six buildings: two six-story buildings, four three-story buildings, and three playgrounds. Bigger than Bernardo No. [-] School, where Ron used to run and exercise.

Ron also specially ran two steps on a playground near the Lorraine dormitory. He felt that the level of comfort was not much different from that of Bernal No. [-] Middle School. Then he found a sunny window sill and lay down lazily .

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"Yo, a cat?!"

The glass on the window sill is single-sided, dark green from the outside, but almost transparent from the inside—the office connected to the window sill belongs to an old police officer with a round belly and a cute upturned mustache. He glanced at the fat orange cat outside the window sill, and then opened a letter in the bright sunlight outside the window, a letter written on colored letter paper with a colored ballpoint pen, and the letter was immature.

"Dear Grandpa Sheriff Patton:

Hello there!

My name is Alisa from Orange County. I am six years old. I have a dog Kent and a cat Sasha.

On TV, I saw dogs help police uncles work, so why don't cats help police uncles work?
Compared with dogs, cats can climb trees, are soft, have great hearing, and can catch mice.

I hope that the cat can also help the police uncle. If necessary, I can ask Sasha to help you.

I wish you success in your work and all the best!

Love you Alisa. "

"Police cat..."

While muttering, the old police officer Barton folded the letter from the little girl Alisa and put it back in the envelope, carefully put it in the drawer, and looked out the window to think.

Then he looked at the corners of his mouth suddenly curved.

Outside the glass, a big fat orange cat was lying on the window sill, enjoying the sunshine with its tail flicking comfortably.Suddenly, it turned its head and stared fiercely at its buttocks—following its gaze, old police officer Barton saw a big blowfly sitting firmly on its buttocks, rubbing its hands together, and occasionally Rub your eyes.

So the big fat orange cat kept its body still, slowly raised its left front paw, and slapped its own butt with a paw—the old police officer Barton didn't see if it held down the fly, but when the fat orange cat turned its head When I went to see it, I didn't know what happened. Suddenly, its two hind legs kicked up, and it happened to kick on my chin.

Then, as the fat orange cat tilted its head, the furry orange figure suddenly disappeared from the window sill.

It fell.

"Ha, what a stupid cat!"

"The police cat is just a little girl's dream."

Seeing the behavior of the big fat orange cat, he shook his head. The old police officer put the suggestion on the little girl's letter paper behind him, picked up the water glass, got up and went to the corridor to pour water.

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Caught a fly and it fell!

There was a soft lawn under the window sill, and Ron had a lot of fat on his body, so it didn't hurt at all to fall—but Ron said that his mood was hit violently.

Raising his head and looking at the already slanting sun, Ron shook off the broken grass leaves on his body, and decided to go back and see if Lorraine came back. If he came back, he would seek some comfort - such as French fries, potato chips, donuts or something .

However, Ron's plan was in vain, and he went back the same way. Ron jumped on the window sill and only saw a quiet dormitory in the afterglow of the setting sun - Lorraine and Fisher were still training and did not come back.

"..."

Forget it, take a nap.

There are only two ways to heal trauma, eating and sleeping.Since there is no food to eat, let's sleep and let time heal the wounds of the soul.

Jumping off the window sill, Ron looked up at Lorraine's bed - the cat litter at home hadn't been brought out, and Lorraine didn't have time to buy it, so Ron decided to squint on Lorraine's bed first.

Like the dormitory of the university, the dormitory of the Orange County Police Headquarters is also equipped with iron frame beds, with desks and bookshelves underneath, and beds above. The whole is painted light blue. ladder.

Without climbing the small iron ladder, Ron squatted on the ground and aimed at the bed and kicked hard with his hind legs. His front paws rested on the side of the bed, and with a little force, his body landed lightly on Lorraine's bed.

Although it was already autumn, the young man was very angry. There was only a small blanket on the bed except for the quilt. Ron bit the small blanket and curled up on it.

Comfortable!

After a while, Ron fell asleep, and as time went by, his sleeping position slowly changed—from being curled up to facing up, with his mouth open, and the cat's tongue hanging out on one side, making a considerable purring sound .

"Gulu~, Gulu~"

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Like humans, a cat’s sleep is alternately light sleep and deep sleep. The difference is that a cat’s light sleep is very long and deep sleep is very little. As long as there is a little noise, its ears will turn to the direction of the sound, vigilantly Wake up and turn around.

The dormitory was quiet, only the rustling of the leaves blown by the breeze outside the window and Ron's snoring alternately, like a concerto, a third instrument joined in the middle and high sections of the concerto, and a voice sounded from the corner.

"Shuhuuuuu~"

Ron on the blanket didn't open his eyes, but his ears were raised and turned, searching for the source of the sound.

"Screw rustle!"

The sound was getting closer, and slowly moved from the corner of the wall to under the bed where Ron was sleeping, without moving.

"?"

what sound?
Trying to open his eyes, Ron opened his mouth wide and yawned silently. He poked his head out from Lorraine's bed and looked down. Immediately, a pair of small black eyes met Ron's emerald green eyes. .

A big fat tan mouse, the size of a man's fist, was squatting beside Ron's dinner plate, holding in its front paws the half-laden hot dog that Ron had eaten at noon, and chewing relishfully, until the table was covered with crumbs. Both are.

Seeing Ron poking his head out, the big mouse was not afraid. Instead, it showed its yellowed fangs and squeaked at Ron in protest.

(End of this chapter)