The next week, Ron lived a leisurely life.

Every day, I wake up naturally, go to the police restaurant for a delicious lunch, then go to the police dog training ground to release my energy, and go to the evening to listen to Lorraine and Christina's endless love words.

Of course, in his leisure time, Ron did not forget his promise to strengthen his training. In the past, Ron ran for three or five laps and basked in the grass while watching Melissa train the police dog, but during this week, Ron ran for one and a half more rounds every day.

By the time the weekend was approaching, Ron's training intensity was almost the same as that of the police dogs.

The intensity of this exercise is also effective. Ron can feel his strength increasing again and his endurance continues to improve. Now he runs three or five laps and no longer sticks out his tongue and pants.

In addition, Ron did not give up on his claws. Every trunk of the Orange County Police Department was left with his scratch marks on each tree that was thick enough, deep and long, as if he had been caught by a leopard.

Cats who used to like climbing trees in the Orange County Police Bureau now dare not climb trees.

The only thing that made Ron unhappy was that even with such high-intensity exercise, Ron's belly had no sign of shrinking. He even had a small round bigger, soft like a lifebuoy.

However, it did not affect the body's ability to move, and Ron could only let it go in the end.

…………

"Hey, Orange, get up!"

It was another morning, just as the sky was getting dark, Ron was taken out of the cat's nest by Lorraine. Looking at Lorraine who was well dressed and Fisher who was still sleeping in the bed, Ron finally remembered Lorraine's words last night.

After a month of hard training, the instructors of the Orange County Police Bureau finally made a fuss and gave all the newly promoted police officers a two-day vacation. Lorraine naturally chose to go home.

As for Christina, she doesn't need Lorraine's company, because she also wants to go home.

"Come in, we have to set off early, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with my mother's lunch."

While yawning, Ron got into Lorraine's pet backpack that was pulled out of the closet and fell asleep in a daze until Aunt Susan's loud voice rang in her ears.

"Oh, my dear son, is the training okay?"

The chubby Aunt Susan wiped her hands with her apron and gave Lorraine a hug. Her words were filled with pride. As the only policeman to be born in the Diesel family, Lorraine made up for the gap in the family.

However, when Aunt Susan picked up Ron from her pet backpack, her eyes immediately changed.

With a slight frowning, Aunt Susan's eyes kept scanning Ron like infrared rays. Then she didn't say a word and held Ron straight to the corner of the living room.

“…”

Let me down, let me down!

Looking at Aunt Susan's eyes, Ron felt a deep shame. He struggled to break free from Aunt Susan's hands, but he did not dare to exert too much force, for fear of hurting Aunt Susan.

Such incomplete resistance naturally could not stop Aunt Susan's determination. She placed Ron on the disc in the corner, and immediately bright red numbers jumped out on the LCD screen.

"Ten...seventeen pounds!"

"tangerine!!!"

“…”

As Aunt Susan roared, Ron only felt the whole house trembling and pressed his ears. Ron raised his head and looked at Aunt Susan's eyes with innocent eyes, trying to get away with it.

But the tried-and-tested trick failed today. In order to welcome Lorraine home, Aunt Susan made a large table of dishes, but when she was assigned to Ron's plate, there were only a few pieces of chicken breasts that were pitifully small.

Even during the meal, Aunt Susan's nagging did not stop.

"Orange! You have to control yourself!"

"Too fat is not good for the body, it is easy to get fatty liver, and it can also compress the joints, causing joint deformation and osteoporosis..."

“Balabala…”

Ron spent the whole meal in Aunt Susan's nagging. He looked up at Lorraine, but was regarded as not seeing it. Lorraine was also swept away by the typhoon and was in a state of difficulty in protecting herself. She did not dare to speak rashly, for fear of being dragged into the eyes of the typhoon.

However, perhaps this is the care of relatives. Nagging and touching are just ways of expression. The most important thing is to pass through the outside and feel the rich inner core.

In the end, Ron had to eat a few pieces of chicken breast on his plate and drooled at the table.

…………

Seeing Ron's weight, Aunt Susan obviously made a decision. She did not give Ron any chance and put all the leftover food in the refrigerator at noon. In order to prevent Ron from stealing food, Aunt Susan specially carried Ron in front of her before leaving home and gave a kind command.

"Hey, orange."

"This is for your health, you can't eat it secretly!"

"I have counted the snacks from the coffee table and the food in the refrigerator. If I come back and find that there are snacks or food is missing..."

Ron's tail hair exploded at this moment, and he could only pretend that he didn't hear it. He turned around and didn't look at Aunt Susan's eyes. Aunt Susan didn't say anything, just put down Ron and went out.

As for Lorraine, she went to a friend's house after dinner.

“…”

Alas! It seems that I can't eat it secretly~

After leaping through the cat hole and watching Aunt Susan walk out of the lawn, Ron's stomach immediately rumbling. He was already accustomed to the rich dishes in the police restaurant. Suddenly, he only ate a few small pieces of chicken breast, which could not meet the needs of his stomach.

However, can’t you fill your stomach if you can’t eat snacks at home or food in the refrigerator?

not necessarily!

When Aunt Susan's figure disappeared at the end of the road, Ron shook his tail and walked up the Fox Hill Community Avenue, and began a walk along the sidewalk on the roadside.

Today is the weekend, lunch time is not over, and a strong scent drifts out from the houses and back gardens. Ron picked one of the barbecue flavors and ripped through the bushes lightly.

"Hey, orange."

"It's been a long time since you arrived."

A half-surprise and half-surprise sound came from the front. Ron looked up and found that it was the backyard of Grandma Sally's house. Several elderly people in the community were surrounding the barbecue grill, basking in the sun leisurely while grilling various seafood and sausages. The aroma of black pepper and black salt drifted in the wind, which attracted mouthwatering.

"Orange, come here."

"No, this is for you."

A squid was roasted, and the old black man Sean Conner called Ron and inserted the squid on the ground.

"Gulululu~"

It happened to be that I was not full at noon, and Ron was not polite, so he immediately squatted in front of the squid skewers and ate it with big mouthfuls. Although it was a bit inconvenient, it was much more normal to eat like this than to hold it upright with both claws.

While Ron was eating, Grandma Sally suddenly walked up to Ron with interest and asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!