Chapter 273: #The white fox who abducted a good kitten by lying about being a Muppet.

089 is a genuine white fox.

He likes to bounce in the mountain streams, lazily dipping his beak in the stream water and grooming his fur to make himself shiny and smooth.

Few find it beautiful, but it's happy to look good, and it's a pleasure to look at when it's in the stream.

A very classy and reserved fox.

One day, when he came to the city to play, he met a snow-white and snow-white Folded Ear Cat 023.

The cat is lying under a tree in front of a family's yard, very lonely. In the distance, its family and brothers were playing together, leaving it alone, holding a small ripe pine tower and rolling around.

The eyes of a folded ear cat are covered with a clear film of water, and at first glance it is impossible to tell that there is something wrong with the eyes.

The white fox eyed it for a long time, stepped up and accosted it, "Hi, there."

The Folded Cat's voice didn't sound self-hating, but rather reserved, "Are you saying hello to me."

With that, it shielded its pinta with both front paws.

There are as many of these things as you want in the mountains, and white foxes don't care for them.

He is quite fond of this folded ear cat, looks a bit fierce, but the fierce light is softened and faded by the watery film in his eyes.

The white fox pretended to be interested in its pine tower, "Can I borrow your pine tower for a while."

The folded cat hugged Pinta and said, territorially, "I found this on my own."

That's a lot of feats for a little blind cat.

The white fox said cheekily, "I'm from out of town and haven't seen this before. Can I borrow it for a while and I can lick your fur in return."

The folded cat blushed a little and pushed the pinta out, "Here. No touching me."

He couldn't see clearly, so he was ostracized by his siblings from birth, and was kept thin and small.

It had been a long time since a creature had been willing to lick its fur.

The white fox symbolically coiled the pinta for a while, and then came running to pay for it.

The folded cat didn't run because it was really comfortable.

The folded ear cat was licked out of its airplane ear by the little fox's warm and skillful tongue, only the unfamiliar scent surrounded it and called it never at ease, "What did you eat, how did you grow so big."

The malnourished folded-eared cat, too, was only the size of a pom-pom, and when the fox plopped down, the soft fur under his belly could cover him whole.

Without blushing, the white fox replied, "I'm a muppet cat."

Having traveled extensively, the White Fox knows how to disguise his accent well.

The folded cat could only see that it was a large white mass of creatures in front of it, and up close, its eyes were wet, dark, and bright, and it looked extraordinarily silly.

To show that he wouldn't be easily fooled, he circled around the blind cat feeling for an elephant, but having never seen a Muppet before, after a heartfelt and perfunctory appraisal, he composed himself and said, "Hello. Big Muppet."

The white fox twitched her ears, in a happy mood.

He invites this little domesticated folding-eared cat to travel with him.

The Folded Cat said, "No."

White Fox: "Why not."

The folding cat said, "I have bad eyes and can't see anything clearly. It won't be any different under the window than what you see elsewhere."

White Fox: "It's always different."

Folded Cat: "Where you'll take me, I don't even know."

White Fox: "I'll listen to you, we'll go wherever you say. You take the lead, is that okay?"

The Folded Cat was a bit perturbed, "I'll have to ask my family before I do."

In fact, it went for less than a few seconds before pacing back.

Its family doesn't care for it very much, and no matter where it goes, dead or gone, it's one less problem for the family.

The folded cat wanted to go quietly so as not to humiliate himself, so he casually circled around and turned back.

But the white fox was surprisingly no longer in the same place.

The folded cat stood frozen in place for a moment, thinking accusingly, Dead Liar.

It was about to pick up the pine tower, which had been defiled by the crooks, when it saw a great white shadow reappear.

It was carrying a bowl with some fluffy lint and plastic foam on the bottom and a fresh pinta on the rim, which actually looked like a nest.

The white fox said, "Look, I made this for you. So you can sit on my back."

He served the snow-white, fluffy puffs into the bowl, and licked the white cream from the top of the puff's head, watching the cat curl up comfortably into a ball before he tipped the bowl onto his back and secured it with a thin string.

It said, "Let's go. Where to go."

Folding Cat thought for a moment, "I'd like to go see what your parents are like."

The white fox made a trip into town, abducted a beautiful folded-eared cat home, and raised it.

The Fold is a sagacious cat and will clean up after him in his litter.

White foxes love folded cats and insist on licking their fur in the morning before they will go out to hunt.

It is extremely aggressive where the folded cat can't see it.

He can fight over wild geese, dry-file the foie gras, clean the blood off himself by the creek, and bring it back again, all in the folding cat's cat food bowl.

Folding cat eating happily.

The white fox took a paw to its head and asked it, "Do you like it."

Folding Cat says, "You're a slow hunter, next time come back earlier."

Domesticated folded ear cats do not know the suffering of the world, used to the days of food, so in its view, Muppet is a stupid cat, find a food only, to it a cat in the litter waiting so long.

Obviously, I have long been used to loneliness, but now, loneliness has become the most intolerable thing.

After a year in the house, White Fox had raised the blind little folded-eared cat to be as well oiled as herself, with a little meat on her bones.

The white fox licked the soft flesh of the folded cat's stomach with a sense of accomplishment.

The folded ear cat was tickled by it and got a little angry, pouncing up to bite its ear, but all that ended up on the little fox's ear was a tiny bit of invisible saliva, not even a bite mark.

The white fox asked him, "Are we going to travel again."

Without the white fox to remind her, the folded cat almost forgot the purpose of her escape.

He was embarrassed to say that he actually liked the white fox's home so much that he didn't want to go anywhere, but when he thought about it, as long as the white fox was still with him, what difference did it make where he went?

So it said, "I want to see the sea."

The white fox replaced the bowl with a slightly larger one and set off with it on his back.

They pass by bushes, by colorful mushrooms, by patches of mountains.

The white fox carefully bites off the pale ears clinging to the folded ears of the cat's tail, and every day before going to bed, finds the driest and softest place to carry the cat's ball up to, and patiently licks the fur all over again.

He finds the folded cat's fur sweet, like cream, and always can't resist licking and licking it.

Then he'll put his tail over it and use it as a little quilt for the folding cat.

The folded cat grew accustomed to sleeping on its back, lighting up its softest parts for the white fox.

He would bring in brightly colored flowers to give to the white fox, and in return, the white fox would give the folded ear cat his favorite things.

The white fox jumped up into the branches of the tree, bounced back and forth, and sent it raining pintas.

Folding ear cat can not pick up so much, only bit one of the nearest, tilted his head and smiled at it, laughed for a while before remembering to be reserved, lowered his head to play with the ball, oblivious to the fact that his smiling appearance has been the white fox as much as possible to see it.

After trekking for who knows how long, they finally arrived at the beach.

The waves are surging and the silver snow is pounding the shore.

The Folded Ear Cat, who had come to the beach for the first time in his life, hugged the White Fox's ears and excitedly called out, "I hear you, I hear you."

The white fox wrapped its fluffy tail around the folded cat's and said softly to the sea it had seen countless times, "I heard it too."

The folded cat heard the ocean tide.

The white fox heard a happiness meowing in his ear.