Meow Ba

Chapter 253 The Long Storm

Indeed, as Hogarth said, many people equip their dogs with special backpacks, but it is rare to see cat owners giving their cats backpacks.

But that doesn't mean cats can't carry heavy items, at least Ron isn't among them. "Meow?"

Dare to underestimate Ben Meow?
Speechless at Lorraine's subconscious actions, but it also showed Lorraine's absolute trust - after glancing at Hogarth, the man in the hat, Ron exerted strength on his shoulders and easily carried the backpack for dogs stand up.

It's just that the kitten was carrying a big bag, and most of Ron's body was hidden under the backpack, with only four claws showing.

"Hogarth, what did you just say?"

The wind was very strong, and he put his own big backpack on his back. Lorraine raised his head and said, he didn't hear Hogarth's words clearly just now.

"..."

"nothing……"

Common sense was challenged. Hogarth's eyes slid between the fat orange cat carrying a backpack larger than his body and Lorraine carrying a large backpack. His mouth opened in surprise and slid back and forth on his Adam's apple a few times. Say a few words.

Although it was only one night, since the forced landing on this deserted island, Hogarth felt that cracks had begun to appear in his worldview.

"If nothing else, you check the rope again, we should go back."

Without hearing Hogarth's previous words, Lorraine tightened the cable of the backpack and stood up in the strong wind.

"I checked and it's fine."

"Hope this storm is over and my Karina is still whole."

Jumping off the cabin, Hogarth checked the ropes again, then picked up his own backpack, and the two of them, one cat, struggled towards the shelter a hundred meters away in the strong wind.

"call!"

"Boom!"

After getting into the shelter, the heavy backpack was put down immediately, and Ron ran to the fire pit, stretched vigorously, and nestled lazily by the side.

Also by the fire pit, the girls are making use of the woven bamboo leaf fence that Catherine saved as a kindling before the storm.

Under Catherine's teaching, they learned quickly, and a large bamboo leaf fence was woven and put aside, waiting for the men to replace it.

As for Lorraine and Hogarth who followed Ron into the shelter, of course they couldn't rest like Ron, they had other things to do.

For example, replacing the glass hood that Catherine used to cook soup with a regular stainless steel soup pot, or preparing a hunting knife for everyone--soon, the backpack brought out of the cabin was more than half empty, and the shelter was empty. The people in the village were also distributed many necessary items for survival on a desert island, and even Ron was distributed a small stainless steel plate as a dinner plate.

…………

The gust of wind swirled and blew from all directions, bringing the water vapor that collided with the reef into the shelter tens of meters away.

By the fire pit in the shelter, Lorraine and Hogarth did the same thing, shaving their beards with hunting knives.

It's just that while shaving, Lorraine looked at the edge of the first floor of the shelter that had become much empty, and asked Christina, who was fiddling with her mobile phone.

"Tina, is there still no signal?"

"No."

Receiving an affirmative reply again, Lorraine sighed silently, wiped the hunting knife on his clothes, and opened the last can of luncheon meat.

Normal hurricanes usually follow the monsoon to land over the sea at a speed of tens of kilometers per hour, and rarely stop in a certain place, and even if they stop in one place, the time will not exceed three days.

But this damned unconventional storm has been going on for five days since it crash-landed on this island.

And the food prepared in the shelter was enough for Ron and Catherine to eat for a week, but after adding Lorraine and his party, it immediately became stretched.

Even with all the canned and survival food brought in from the plane, it would be exhausted today.

"Grumble~"

The fresh water just taken from the lake on the other side of the bamboo forest was boiling in the soup pot. Lorraine put the cut luncheon meat into the pot, and Christina also put in the freshly torn compressed biscuits, and then the strong smell began to spread.

"Clang clang ~"

"Dinner is ready, everyone come here."

Hitting the soup pot with a spoon, Lorraine gave a signal to eat, then fiddled with pearls on the second floor of the shelter, the two sisters who were cute with hamsters, and Hogarth, who had just shaved, came to the fire pit with his own stainless steel bowl , Ron also crawled out of the grass nest next to the firewood pile with his stainless steel plate in his mouth.

"A spoonful for Catherine, a spoonful for Hogarth, half a spoonful for Ron..."

Now is the normal rhythm of survival on a deserted island - staring silently at the paste with only a few small particles of pink luncheon meat on the plate, Ron looked at it for a long time before bowing his head and licking it.

"..."

It's unpalatable~
The paste was unimaginably sticky, and it stuck in his throat as soon as he swallowed it, and it took Ron a lot of effort to swallow it down.

After finally taking a few mouthfuls, Ron looked up and saw that everyone looked hard to swallow.

Seeing Ron look up, Catherine, who was sitting next to him, took advantage of Molly's back to quietly scoop a large lump of paste from her bowl and throw it into Ron's plate.

"..."

Should I be grateful or disgusted?
Lowering his head speechlessly, Ron flicked his ears helplessly.

In such an environment, more food means more chances of survival, but why did Ron feel that Catherine suddenly felt a lot easier after throwing out this lump of food?

…………

"Grumble~"

In the shelter illuminated only by reddish flames, two clusters of emerald green light slowly lit up, caressing the screaming belly, Ron woke up from his sleep.

so hungry~
Stretching his body from the grass nest, Ron got up.

He was woken up by hunger—before the storm came, he had all-you-can-eat seafood and meat every day, with palm cores as side dishes and coconut juice as a drink. Life was not too comfortable.

As a result, when the storm came, I was reduced to eating compressed biscuits and boiled luncheon meat, and I couldn't eat enough.

"Grumble~"

There was another loud bowel sound, and Ron paced back and forth anxiously in the shelter—there were still some compressed biscuits left in the shelter, but that was everyone's food, and Ron would not eat it secretly, and Ron I don't like to eat either.

In fact, he is now considering whether to leave the shelter and visit the beach.

Go, don't go, go, don't go...

"Grumble~"

The gust of wind outside the shelter could be heard clearly even through the bamboo leaf fence, but another protest from his stomach pierced Ron's bottom line and made him make a decision.

go with!
It's better to be blown away by the wind than to starve to death!
Driven by appetite, Ron carefully came to the back of the firewood pile and moved a stone away——Since Lorraine came, Ron, who was deeply inconvenient to move, dug a small hole behind the firewood pile for stealth. Usually covered with stones.

Although Ron is usually quite smart, this kind of smartness is completely different from what he showed in front of Catherine. Ron didn't want to be sent to the laboratory just after leaving the desert island.

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