Complete works of cat humor stories

One day, the kitten said to the puppy, "how kind of you!" The job is to see the bad guys make a few phone calls. " The dog said, "You are better! Catch a mouse and the master will give you fish to eat. " "That's good, let's change jobs, you catch mice, I watch the door. Ok? " Said the kitten. "hmm!" The puppy agreed happily. The next day, the kitten got up early. After waiting at the door for a while, two strangers came. The kitten rushed forward and scratched them with her little hand. Unexpectedly, they kicked the kitten aside. What about the puppy? It's also tragic. There is a big bag on my forehead. It turned out that it was chasing the mouse house last night. Alas! ..... On the third day, they met again. The kitten said unhappily this time, "You watch your door and I'll catch my mouse." The dog touched the big bag on his head and said gloomily, "Well, I don't want to change it either." In this way, they no longer envy their little friends. The story of kitten and puppy made me deeply feel that no matter what I do, I should not envy others easily. ) In the disputed memory, the interesting things of childhood are like the stars in the sky, countless. As time goes by, some things fade away, while some things are printed in my mind but cannot be erased. Today, I want to write something to tell you! I remember when I was six years old, I was in kindergarten. One Sunday, I was playing in the living room, learning from my grandson with a plastic "golden hoop stick" in my hand, standing on a wooden board for a while, learning to play goblins, and learning to destroy tribes with a wooden submachine gun ... My mother heard the roar of crying in the living room in the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I didn't dare to say a word, so I stopped and crept to the bathroom. When I secretly looked, I saw my mother washing clothes. When she rubbed her clothes, many transparent bubbles appeared in the basin. The lights are colorful and look great. I thought it was very interesting, so I grabbed the bubble with my hand and grabbed it left and right, but when my finger touched the bubble, it broke, even if I grabbed it gently, even though I had been trying to catch it. I'm a little anxious. As soon as I turned around, the washtub under my feet turned over. Mom was angry and funny, so I had to run away despondently ... In a flash, it was another Sunday, and I was bored at home alone. Suddenly I remembered to catch bubbles, and my interest rose. Thinking of my mother brewing white powder with hot water, I went to the kitchen to find white powder, tried to brew it with hot water, and thought happily while rushing, many colorful bubbles would float out immediately. There was nothing dirty to wash, so I put my handkerchief in the basin and wiped it around, but there were no bubbles, and my hands were sticky. I don't know why, but I am anxious and angry. Just then, my mother came back and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it. My mother couldn't help smiling bitterly and put her finger gently on my forehead. "Silly boy, you are taking starch for cooking, not washing powder. How can there be a bubble? " After listening to it, I suddenly realized that it was funny and I was stunned for a long time ... My childhood was innocent and happy. With the change of the stars, my childhood is gradually leaving, but those childish and interesting things in my childhood can't help laughing in retrospect. Later, my mother told me a truth: to do things, we must first understand the truth, and we should not copy it mechanically, otherwise we will make jokes or even make mistakes. Therefore, this matter still haunts me.