The baby dog mistook the fat cat for a mother, and the fat cat flew one foot: Fuck off, I'm not your mother!
As the standard of living rises, as well as social punishments, there are more and more people who like pets, some for fun, others for the sake of solitude, some for the choice of whether to have a pet or a group of people depending on the size of their home space, but if many people have a pet as their mother, then the level of excitement in the home is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
A friend of the editor-in-law had a bitch as a pet, and at the beginning, his family advised him that the pets had a male and not a mother, but it was clear that the friend had not taken the will of his family or went to the pet market to see which dog had a connection, so he took the dog home, and when he came home, he found out that the dog was a bitch, but the friend also recognized that, in his friend's view, the difference was greater than anything.
In a few months' time, the family's fears had arisen, and the bitch had added several new members to the family, but it was more interesting for the dogs, who played every day without their own children and went out on their own, but a friend had a fat cat in his house, and at that point the baby dog mistook the fat cat for his mother and stuck it around.
Such a large group of young men can't bear to come here every day, and the fat cats found it interesting at the beginning, but for a long time, the fat cats obviously had no patience and felt that they were not their own children. Why do they have to step on their heads and bodies every day?
And then the little dogs were surrounded by fat cats, and the fat cats were stuck with fat cats, and they were obviously insufferable, so they flew over and kicked on a little dog like, "Fuck off, I'm not your mother." The baby dog looked at the fat cat for three seconds with the ununderstood look, and, although he had fought back, he left.
And in a while, the little dog who was kicked called his brothers and sisters, and then the little dogs started their own lawless lives, and the fat cats had no temper, even their heads pulled down, like they were saying, "Who am I to fuck with?" I'm not your mother.