Pet King

United States.

The outskirts of Los Angeles.

California has a unique geographical location. Even in winter, the sun is still abundant, the climate is mild and comfortable, and it is extremely suitable for living and traveling.

Tim Keller is a 6-foot-7-inch tall man with broad shoulders, thick chest, red face, bald head, and humming bell, standing there like a daunting wall. However, anyone who looks at this at first glance as a professional wrestler is playing a show of tenderness.

He carefully picked up a kitten, held it like a baby on his chest, and examined his body state with expert eyes. This is a two-month-old two-color puppet kitten. Most of the hair on the body is milky white. Only the cheeks, forehead, ears and tail are light chocolate. Mouth and nose are as pink as the skin of a newborn baby. The pale blue eyes were crystal clear like crystals. According to the feedback from the fingers, its muscles are tight and elastic, and its hair is smooth and shiny.

"Great!" Tim mumbled to himself.

This puppet kitten looks very good and should satisfy the customer. When it reaches three months old, you can notify long-awaited customers to come and pick it up.

He put it down, picked up a small comb with a large fan-like hand, and gently combed it's hair, as gentle as taking care of a newborn.

Tim Keller and his wife Lauren are both cfa registered breeders, and they jointly run the "Blue Peaks" cat house, and the cat house address is their home. Their cats have won many championships on the tour and are notorious in California. Tim is responsible for day-to-day operations, while his wife is responsible for communicating with customers and other cat houses.

After combing the kitten's hair, he let go of his hand and let it play freely in the house.

Tim's eyes glanced around the room. There were more than ten puppet kittens in the room, aged between two months and three months. Some of them were booked by customers, and the others were still waiting for the character. Customers see that the fact is just the opposite. The cats in his cathouse are in short supply, but he and his wife are very critical of the customer's qualifications. Those who they think are not suitable for cats, including but not limited to students, international students, and those without a job People, older people, people living far away from California, etc., all pass.

The pass reasons cited above are only a small part. He and his wife are quite arbitrary in choosing customers, even if the email sent by the customer is not sincere, or there is a trivial grammatical error in the body of the email, or the phone The accent of the other party is a bit weird, and it may be the reason for their refusal to sell, that is so wayward.

Most cat breeders in the United States are so headstrong, and Tim and his wife have to add an "especially" adjective. In the concept of their husband and wife, if they don't have the ability to keep cats for a long time, they should not keep them, which is good for both cats and people.

Tim walked around the room and quickly discovered the problem. Afraid to scare the kittens, he came to the corridor angrily and yelled, "Allen! Allen! You stinky boy, roll over me!"

It wasn't until the second shouting that a frizzy kid with a freckled face ran over in panic and looked up at him anxiously, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

Allen was half younger than Tim, half a head short, and leaned so thin that the wind blew, and the two stood together, just like a featherweight boxer facing a heavyweight boxer.

"How many times have I told you! The number of litter boxes is one more than the number of cats so that they will not fight! Who can tell me what exactly is in this container on your neck? Shit or something else What the hell? ”Tim poked Alan's chest with his index finger, brought his flushed face close together, and shouted at the loudest volume.

"Sorry, sir, I'm really sorry." Allen looked pale, bowed his head, and stared at Tim's fingers in a wink. Tim almost poked him with his finger, almost. It will be painful to poke at this carrot-like finger. Tim's saliva sprayed on his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

"I'm tired of hearing you say I'm sorry!" Tim gritted his teeth, suppressing his fist and punching him into the anger in the wall, turned back to the room where the puppet kittens were playing, "To correct your mistakes, immediately immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" Ellen, as amnesty, slipped along the wall.

"Stop!" Tim roared back again.

Ellen stood sweating, wondering what else the **** had to do.

"No way, let's get it?" Tim said in an unquestionable tone. Although it ended with a question mark, he didn't mean to ask. "Now, go work!"

"Yes, sir!" Alan swallowed, and plunged into the room in a panic.

Tim was still angry in the corridor, panting with his hips, and **** down the wall with his fist, shaking the dust from the ceiling to his bald head.

"Hell!" He yelled grinningly, "I must have lost my heart before I can leave this stinky boy who is not enough to fail!"

"Tim, what's the matter?" Wife Lauren poked her head out of the study and looked at her husband anxiously. "The doctor told you not to lose your temper all the time, which is bad for your heart ~ www.readwn.com ~ Did you forget? "

"Sorry! I won't do it next time." This time Tim said sorry, and his voice was very quiet. When facing his wife, he will change from a giant to a kitten.

He and his wife have been in love for more than 20 years. They have known each other because of cats, and have become affiliated because of cats. Later, he quit his job to run a cat house professionally.

"So what's going on?" She asked again.

"It's Allen's stink boy." He explained to his wife, "How many times have I told him, and you also said that the number of litter boxes is one more than the number of cats, which is related to the specialty of our cat house. The image problem must not make such low-level mistakes, otherwise when the customers come to visit, they will leave a bad impression. We require customers to meet high standards, and we must also maintain high standards in front of customers. But this stupid guy just doesn't listen Taking these words as a breeze, all day frowning down and playing with mobile phones, thinking about how to pick up girls from the Internet ... "

"Well, aren't all the young people now?" Lauren smiled broadly. "When he really falls in love, he will grow from a boy to a man."

"I wasn't like that at the time," Tim insisted.

Lauren jokingly said, "Yeah, you were like a little girl, and you asked me to take the initiative to invite you to the ball."

"Don't mention these old things." After many years, Tim was still awkward when he said that, and he waved, "Are you finished with your mail? Go and rest after you finish."

"Speaking of this ..." Lauren beckoned to him. "Dear, come here, come to the study."

"What's the matter?" Tim stood still. "Can you wait for a while? I'm going to mow the lawn outside."

"It's best to come now, you have to see something for yourself," said Lauren mysteriously at him.