Riceball Cat 소설 & 이야기

Just as he was about to speak, a cat's meow suddenly came from the window. He was on the second floor, and birds and cats often jumped onto the windowsill. Frowning slightly, Sullivan felt a flicker of irritation. He had been scratched by a cat as a child and had despised them ever since. Ruby looked out the window and spotted a small calico cat trying to claw its way through the gap, seemingly eager to come inside. Her eyes widened in surprise. The calico cat was small and thin, likely no more than two months old. Who knew how it had managed to climb onto the windowsill?

Robert Montgomery POV: Charlotte looks a little hesitant. It's the end of the month, so I don't have a lot of cash right now. The best I can do is order Chinese. There's a small takeout place not far from here. They have good egg rolls." "Sure." I pluck Mano from her arms. "You order, then." The cat sniffs my face before climbing on top of my shoulder and stretching herself out.

She turned off the phone, the fat cat didn't watch it, but disgruntledly called 'meow'. Maria grabbed the cat's whiskers and pouted, "Go out and eat fish Eny!" Cat eyes round and blinking, narrow pupils staring straight at Maria's phoenix eyes, whiskers fluttering, "Meow." Ripley heard her talk to the fat cat, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she coughed softly, "Or is it? Do you come to my place for dinner? I'll go buy some ingredients." As soon as Maria heard that there was rice to eat, she immediately opened her mouth to choose, "I want to eat braised ribs, sour cabbage, fried mushrooms, and mixed vegetables with pork skin, that's right, Eny wants to eat fish with sweet and sour sau

Raven reassured her, “Don’t worry; no one will find out about this. At least not until your belly starts showing. Now, let’s eat.” In the lavish dining room, under the glittering crystal chandelier and on the pure white Persian carpet, a plump Persian cat lounged lazily, nearly blending into the carpet. Alice almost stepped on its tail, prompting the cat to spring up, claws bared, in defense, nearly scaring her to death. “Snowball, sit!” Raven commanded, and the hefty cat settled back down.

Considering that the cat needed to take light food, she prepared a few salmon balls and included carrots and steamed vegetables in them. In addition, she made the cat a few puddings as a snack. Shaun got off from work and returned home in the evening. Through the glass door of the kitchen, he saw Catherine busy cooking vegetables. One minute she was cutting vegetables and the next minute she was cooking them. The delicious smell of the vegetables wafted through the crack of the glass door and stimulated his stomach. He was slightly hungry all of a sudden. As Shaun glanced sideways at the table, he noticed the puddings, which were shaped like Hello Kitty, on a white porcelain platter. With th

"Go to the cafeteria. Eat some hot tea so you don't catch a cold. You haven't slept since last night." "Yes, aunt. Take care of Farel for a while. If he wakes up, just call me." Because she was late in filling her stomach, she felt nauseous when she put the rice in her mouth. Lily gulped down the contents of her sweet tea until only half was left. She lost her appetite because she was busy thinking of solutions to her son's unfulfilled wishes. Her stomach only accepted up to the fourth mouthful. The poor woman's attention quickly shifted to the white-furred cat, which immediately made her wince. Poor thing. That's what Lily thought. So she came up with an idea to give the fish in the rice pa

Elena hugged the cat, turning her face away from him. "You started it. There wasn't a whole litter. Just this one." Luke leaned back against the pergola post. He took out his lighter, spun it once around his fingers, but didn't light it. "One's not enough for you? Greedy." He glanced at her. "This one's a looker. Blue bicolor. Top of the line for Ragdolls. Prettier than all your jewels." Elena lowered her head, her face half-hidden in the cat's fur, her voice muffled.

If not for the lo-fi music playing in the background, their dinner would honestly end up like the inmates’ last meal before their death row. Jacinta, one of Romaine’s cats, approaches her with a wagging tail and a beseeching purr. In a matter of seconds, anchovies were already on the cat’s personal plate made from their discarded dishes. Rozelyn was in deep thoughts while she washed the dirty dishes. Cyrill is one of those men who, even at first glance, can make anyone give in to sudden release—regardless of a person’s sexual orientation.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.