Meow Ba

Chapter 6 Patrol the Territory
The grilled fish was very fragrant, and the cats and cubs ate very happily.

Ron got his head into the cat's litter and looked at it. Except for the hot dog, the other food hadn't been touched or broken. It might last for a day or two.

I have exercised and fed the kittens. There is still so much time in the afternoon, what should I do?

Back on his lawn, Ron was shaking his ears while basking in the sun with his fur paws in his mouth, thinking about something—maybe ordinary cats would fall asleep in such warm sunlight, but Ron couldn't.

After thinking for a while, Ron decided to go out and take a walk along the Fox Hill community to inspect his territory.

As pets that have not been fully domesticated, cats have a strong desire to own territory. Ordinary cats will treat their owners’ homes as their own territory, which is sacred and inviolable—once another cat enters, a fierce non-level fight will break out contest.

Compared with female cats, male cats have a much larger territory, which may include more than a dozen households near the owner's house, but the core is still the owner's house, and other areas can only be regarded as hunting grounds. When they meet, they can live in peace.

Naturally, Ron didn't have a strong concept of territory, but when other cats lowered their ears to him and made provocative and creepy noises, Ron didn't mind going up and giving him a paw.

So, without paying attention, Ron has already beaten the invincible hands of Fox Hill, turning the entire community into his own territory.

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The Fox Hill community is quite large, with a length and width of more than one kilometer. It is connected by the Fox Hill Community Avenue and various fork roads. There are about [-] households. The greenery is sufficient, and each household has its own lawn. They also built a swimming pool in the backyard.

This kind of configuration is enough to be called a single-family small house in the motherland, and it is named as a high-green luxury community, but in the United States, this is just a regular configuration for the middle class.

Most of these two hundred households have pets, cats and dogs each account for about half, and a few households have some unique pets.

After becoming a cat, although the cat's lazy racial personality has greatly influenced Ron, there is one thing Ron inherited from his past self, that is, when it is time to act, Ray will never delay.So after setting the schedule, Ron stopped basking in the sun. He put his tail up and walked out of Diesel's lawn.

As a middle-class community with relatively good law and order, people in Foxhill are not used to separating themselves from their neighbors with brick walls, and mostly use bushes as boundaries. There is no fence for Ron to walk on it—so Ron walked along the community Walking on the sidewalk on the side of the avenue.

Today is Wednesday, and most Americans need to work and go to school. There are few cars and people on Fox Hill Community Avenue, which is quite safe for pets.

"Wang~"

"Wow~, woof~"

The warm wind after autumn blows slightly, and there is a feeling of being slightly drunk. Ron wags his erect tail and walks easily along the sidewalk next to the bushes. Looking from the inside of the bushes, he happens to see the tip of Ron's slightly swaying tail. .

Then, a low, loud, or crisp bark came from the bushes, and pet dogs poked their heads out of their kennels, barking excitedly at the tip of Ron's tail.

They had already recognized Ron's identity from the tip of their tails and the smell wafting in the wind, and they wanted Ron to take them to a dog parade like last night.

In this regard, Ron refused.

Without your master's consent, if it gets lost, I can't bear the responsibility!
Ignoring the barking pet dogs, Ron walked past them with graceful catwalks, and the excited barking quickly turned into a whimper of doubt, and finally turned into a low whimper of resentment. On the ground, blinking his eyes, watching Ron go away sadly.

"Meow~"

The dogs were chained and couldn't get out, but the cats were different. As the tip of Ron's wagging tail flashed outside the bushes, the pet cats who were squinting and basking in the sun in the yard immediately became excited.

Those with short legs came out of the bushes, those with long legs jumped over the bushes, and those who were too fat to get through the bushes rushed out of the door. Every time they passed a house with cats, there were always one or two cats joining them Arriving at Ron's inspection team, twenty or thirty cats of various colors gathered behind Ron soon.

There are Ragdoll cats as cold as goddesses, Maine Coon cats with fluffy hair like lions, short-legged cats with stubby limbs, Bengal cats like little leopards, and of course most of them are ordinary American tabby cats and American shorthair cats.

When there are more cats, all kinds of behaviors will come out.

The ragdoll cat, as cold as a goddess, is surrounded by cats, and all the cats want to please it; two strong Maine Coon cats follow Ron from left to right, as if they are Ron's bodyguards; The Bengal cat with money spots suddenly jumped in front of Ron and made a creepy cry at Ron, as if to challenge Ron.

"..."

Damn, I knew you'd jump out!
As a hybrid of Asian lynx and Egyptian domestic cat, the Bengal cat looks wild, but it has a lively personality, confident, alert, agile, intelligent, active, curious, and has a certain degree of wildness.

The Bengal cat in front of him is undoubtedly a representative of wildness. It has fought many battles and is still high-spirited. Every time Ron patrols the territory, it will jump out to challenge Ron.

It's a pity that its courage and strength are not directly proportional. It only takes one slap, and Ron can burst his soap-bubble self-confidence.

"Snapped!"

Quickly stepped forward and slapped the Bengal cat, which was about the same size as Ron, but with streamlined muscles, and was shot into the bush by Ron. It wailed several times, apparently being pricked by a small branch of the bush.

Every time he came out, he was challenged. Ron was also a little angry today. He deliberately taught a lesson, so he used a little more force-struggled to get out of the bushes, and the Bengal cat returned to the group of cats with a gray face and messy hair In the middle, silently followed behind Ron, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

However, this embarrassing appearance aroused the pity of the puppet cat. It walked out of the group of cats, walked side by side with the Bengal cat, and helped it lick its hair.

"........."

Why does this passage seem familiar?

Don't bully the young and poor?
Looking at this scene, Ron suddenly flashed a plot of a novel in his mind, and found that he seemed to have suddenly become the big villain boss.

He turned his head dejectedly, and continued to inspect his territory, and the group of cats behind him was getting bigger and bigger—Persian cats with long hair hanging down, Garfields with round faces that looked like they had been punched by someone, Fold cats with folded ears They joined in one after another until a carnival car creaked and parked beside the group of cats.

"Shirley, why did you run out?"

"Hey, come to Mommy!"

The car door opened, and the gracefully dressed blonde girl stretched out a pair of long white legs and called out to the puppet cats among the cats.

And following the sound, he raised his head, and suddenly some indescribable pictures made Ron's nose moist.

Ami tofu, everything is empty!
Raising its paws in front of him covertly, Ron turned his head and wiped his nose on the confused Maine Coon beside him to make sure there was no redness, and then he slapped the Bengal cat who wanted to follow the Ragdoll cat forward. .

Damn, is it too comfortable to be licked, and you still want to stay and fly together?
(End of this chapter)