The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

My name is Tom and I am a cat.

I've been through a lot of things, seen a lot of people and many things, but I've never met another cat as handsome as I am.

I'm the best cat among cats!

I have many girlfriends, such as the gentle and cute Toots, the noble, mature and temperamental Tudogello, the heroic Tara...

So as a handsome cat and a top student, I obviously have a lot of specialties.

For example, I can speak Northeastern dialect, Sichuanese dialect, English, Russian, French, M78 Nebula lingua franca...

And proficient in all musical instruments, good at firearms and gunpowder, familiar with the functions and usage of all electrical appliances in the home.

I also deform, such as blinds, stools, noodles, water, bottles, pipes, balloons, etc.

Breaking weight is not a problem for me, even if it is cut into pieces.

High temperature, low temperature, space, the bottom of the sea, all kinds of extreme environments I can survive.

Occasionally I can fly.

Plus what I learned at Starman Witchcraft Academy was enough to make me walk sideways.

So, I came to Earth, where I lived well and received a lot of honors.

One of the most important awards is the Mousetrap Champion, an achievement that is not something that any cat can get, it's rare.

The Mousetrap Champion is held every four years, and only the best cats on earth can receive this award!

The last cat to win this award was my uncle, but he ran into a magic mouse and has been in a slump ever since.

The last award was my dad, who also met a mouse, who could play the guitar and sing, and returned to the cat star after the defeat.

This seems to me to be a joke, how can a mouse beat a cat?

Dogs are about the same!

After learning about the achievements of my father and my uncle, I felt very disdainful, and the glory of the family depended on me, Tom, to restore the glory!

Perhaps it was the fate of the family, after winning the award, I got a job, where I met a mouse named Jerry, and since then I have encountered Waterloo.

One by one, Jerry's foreign aides bit me into gray puppies, the lions who ran away from the circus, and the elephant mother and son who don't know if they came out of the same circus, and dancing bears and seals who don't know if they came out of the same circus?

And that goldfish, guinea pig, chalk mouse, woodpecker, vulture, canary ... Numerous! As well as a bunch of relatives who are said to be Jerry's eldest cousin, second cousin, and so on!

Damn little Jerry! He actually pretended to be a big cousin and asked me to kiss his feet!

Every time I think of this scene, I feel my heart ache...

I've been bowled, electrified, burned, stabbed, whipped, frozen, hit by a car...

And I've been to heaven, I've been to the castle of an evil wizard, survived in a dungeon, survived on a desert island, been attacked by wild beasts, been captured....

I was frustrated, resentful, unwilling, depressed... But I will not give in!

I've won too, maybe that's why I'm so fun-loving? I always catch little Jerry when I'm serious.

This product takes advantage of his small size, always surprises him and engages in sneak attacks, not talking about martial virtue! You can always escape in a critical moment, and Jerry actually installed a zipper at the door of the mouse hole? Is this something a mouse can do?

And as long as it's a hole, Jerry can hide in it, what tree hole, bowling hole, billiard hole and so on.

Later, during many battles, I thought of a question, maybe I would have lost my job without Jerry?

Wouldn't I be able to fish with a pay?

The battle makes our relationship more and more delicate, but Jerry, the little bastard, sometimes deliberately provokes me! The reason is that you just want me to play with it?

We've also worked together, we've arranged Spike together, and Lightningcat, sanctioning three kittens, beating the Naples Three Dogs and so on.

In short, I feel like a sad cat.

Year after year, day after day, we spend every day chasing after me, and before I know it, I am so old that I almost don't recognize myself, and I almost forget who I am.

But I remember it, I remember Jerry.

It's still the same as before, it runs in front and I chase behind, but the speed at this time is not comparable to before.

Even though we live this repetitive life every day, we still seem to enjoy it.

One day I curled up in Jerry's web-covered hole and placed a cheesecake there, clutching a shovel and waiting for it to appear.

In that instant, I would hit it head-on, laughing at its swollen bag.

Thinking about this picture even made me laugh, worried that Jerry would find out, or covered my mouth in time, silently waiting for it to appear, but I waited for a long time, and I never waited for Jerry's figure.

I began to wonder if Jerry was dead of old age?

Or was it taken by another cat?

But soon I dismissed the idea, it was a mouse that even my Tom could defeat, how could it die so easily?

Right...... It must still be somewhere, maybe hiding in some hidden corner watching my movements, is this bastard going to hit me on the head with a baseball bat?

Damn, maybe I'm going to go to heaven again with a baseball bat at my age?

Yes...... The state of high vigilance is really tired of the cat, let's take a nap, maybe Jerry will wake me up later.

The sunlight shone in through the gap in the window and fell on me, bringing me a touch of warmth.

I stood up and moved my body, huh? Why is cheesecake still here? Didn't Jerry come?

"Boom!" The door closed.

Oh, it was the owner who had gone far away, and I heard the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, and as the sound got closer, a pair of red high heels appeared in my sight.

"Meow~"

Huh? I didn't call it? I looked up, and at this time my owner was holding a cat, a young one.

I looked at the cat with a dazed expression. Where did this cat come from?

Its fur is dark and bright, its ears are a little long, its tail is short and thin, it looks so beautiful, it doesn't look like an ordinary cat at all.

At this moment I suddenly understood that it turned out that I was too old.

The master's mouth kept moving, but I didn't hear what she was saying at all.

I'm not the rat catcher anymore, I can't run, jump, climb into the closet, chase anything, I can only move forward slowly.

I stepped forward and rubbed her leg and headed outside, but she didn't stop me.

It looks like it's time for me to leave.

That day, I walked far, breathlessly, and looked around for a moment, only to realize that this was not where Butch was before.

Where did it go? Also dead?

It turns out that I have a hard time walking to the trash can not far from my home....

I suddenly felt so hungry that I didn't have the strength to rummage through the trash can to find some leftovers.

I should have brought that cheesecake out just now, at least for a full meal, I don't know if Jerry will show up when I wake up.

Sleepy, sleep.