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我是一只蓝猫,但不是蓝猫警长。我离警长的路还很长,因为我没有自制力。如果没有自制力,就不配当警长。因为他会误判,把匪徒当好人,把好人当罪犯。想来想去,都怪那只红猫,怪他贪嘴!那条鱼绣在挂毯上,分明是假的,他却拼命地跳、咬、扯。我的心最终被搅乱了——觉得那不是绣鱼,而是一条实实在在的鱼。红猫跳,蓝猫跳,总是够不着。够不着就继续。跳、跳、跳……诱人呀,哪里有猫儿不贪腥的?闻不着腥,可咱心里住着一种腥。
I am a blue cat, but not a blue sheriff. I am still a long way from the sheriff, because I have no self-control. If there is no self-control, it is not deserved to be a sheriff. Because he misjudged the gangster as a good man and a good man as a criminal. Think about it, blame the red cat, blame him on the tape! That piece of fish embroidered on the tapestry, clearly fake, but he desperately to jump, bite, pull. My heart was eventually disturbed - I think it is not an octopus, but a real fish. Red cat jumping, blue cat jumping, always out of reach. Continued without enough time. Jump, jump, jump ... attractive ah, where the cats are not greedy? Can not smell fishy, but we live in a kind of fishy heart.