A cat that goes out of my house will eventually become a white-eyed cat even if it does not eat for nothing. In the fields and in the woods, the narrow road meets, it is hostile, and then turns away indifferently. No matter how I shouted "Mimi", I wouldn't look back.
Somewhat lost. It is this guy with a fat head and big ears who is highly vigilant. Shout "Mimi" and ran fast. Gradually grew up. How many late nights, it fought with foreign cats and screamed again and again. Our family got up from the bed and picked up the guy to go out to help. It's also it, and it's ok to tear the bed sheets and curtains at home. I suggested cutting its toenails more than once, but my mother refused to accept it. She was worried that it had no toenails, and it would be impossible to win a fight outside. If you can't win, you can't even climb a tree when you run for your life.
Intimacy eventually becomes a stranger. In my childhood, this situation always made me miserable. Gradually let go after growing up. Watching it go further and further lonely and firmly now, I will always breathe a sigh of relief after a slight loss, and say in my heart: Thank you, thank you for forgetting me, thank you for becoming irrelevant to me.
However, there is a white and black-spotted female civet cat, which I can never forget.
I remember that it entered the cat hall less than two months old, and its growth experience is no different from other cats. When he grew up, he had a totally different temperament, and he was strangely in love with his family.
At that time, there was also a slightly larger gray male civet cat that was adopted together. Two cats get along day and night, childhood sweethearts, we all thought we would definitely have a kick when we grow up. Ma Mao thinks so too.
The two cats look really good. The white cat is slender, elegant and calm.
Speaking of our Ma Mao’s love for white cats, it’s really moved by the world. Standing and sitting, holding arms around everywhere, wishing to be tied together when sleeping. Crawling, nibbling, squeezing and squeezing all day, spending a lot of time in the cat's life on the white cat, without any regrets.
However, until the end, the poor hemp cat failed to soak the white cat. Every time I was defeated at the last moment-the white cat sat there, and the hemp cat turned around with the chickens and chickens, helpless.
As a result, the Ma Mao became discouraged and joined the society early, avoiding entering the house.
Not only did he reject the hemp cat, our white cat also never paid attention to any male cats. How clean is it! Throughout the estrus season, the whole day is quiet, and the heart is basking in the sun like a rock. However, almost all the wild cats in the world fell in love with it. They ran to the skylight of my house in turn to beg for joy. It was so noisy that my mother and I really wanted to take a salary from the bottom of the pot and swept the white cat out.
The white cat is pure-hearted, but very close to others. Every time a visitor at home, regardless of whether he came to borrow money or collect debts, he just sat down, squatting at the feet of others, holding their shoes and looking up, looking affectionate. If the guest really reaches out to touch it, it will immediately jump into the arms of others. Next, he rub his head, arch his arms, and ask the guests to fold their arms around to calm down. Then he collapsed in the arms of the guests as if he died, seeming to have infinite enjoyment. No matter how uncomfortable the guests are on this hot day.
It's even more rude to treat one's own family. Every day I have to sleep with Saihu and squeeze into a yin and yang gossip picture. I also like to stay on top of my mom's head. At the first opportunity, he climbed up and lay down firmly, thinking that he was a hat. At that time, my mother opened a grocery store in Akhala Village, and every day she sold a cat to bargain with customers, which was a myth in the local area.
Later, I got bigger and I couldn't sit firmly on the top of my head, so I squatted on my shoulders and looked around the store like a surveillance probe. In short, I have to be higher than my mother to be at ease.
It is more concerned about the business of the store than anyone else. As soon as the customer came, it stayed with each other, meowing wherever it went and wherever it went. The translation is: "Walking by, don't miss it... Three yuan, you can't buy it and you lose money, three yuan, you can't buy it..." When my mother was counting the money, it was staring at the side, as if Don't worry about Mr. Accountant's old club.
When my mother sold ham, she was especially angry, and she didn't discuss such a big matter with her!
Everyone loves ham sausage. A ham sausage is always a half-point between the white cat and the tiger. Sai Tiger gobbled it up, wiped out in the blink of an eye. And the white cat slowly gnawed, licked, chewed... Saihu always suspected that it had eaten several times more. The two usually love each other and divorce as soon as this happens.
I or my mother, every time I return from a long trip, when the door is opened, the dog pounces, the cat jumps, picks up the luggage, bites the shoelace, front and back, three hundred and sixty degrees of affection without dead ends. If cats and dogs also have high blood pressure, they will be hyperactive and have brain stasis long ago. Good music can go around the beam for three days, and good cats and dogs can go around you for a long time. At that time, I always find myself so important in the world, and I am ashamed: What is so good about being like this?
At night, the lights were turned off and they went to bed. The two still refused to leave the bed and squatted side by side, staring at you in the dark intently, as if afraid that you would leave again.
Ouch, when I mention my white cat, I can't stop writing. When parents think that their children are the best, and those who raise cats and dogs think that they are the best beloved cats and dogs, I am not exempt.
In short, I have had such a cat, it is the only cat in my family that does not want to be a wild cat. It has no ambition to explore the world or the instinct to give birth to offspring. It is pure and leisurely. Except at home and in the shop, I don't go anywhere all day long. No trouble, no trouble, no food, no mess in the toilet, no family conflicts. No matter how poor cat food is, I have never heard it complain. It is beautiful, gentle, and full of joy. Its trust in us and attachment to our home is surprising and happy. It lives in the world as if it comforts us deeply.
It did not disturb anyone when it died, lying quietly in a broken iron basin at the corner of the back door, curled up like usual. No scars, no thinning. I don't know how long I have been dead, I don't know what happened before. I buried the cat with the pot in the vegetable garden. I have experienced the death of many cats and buried many cats with my own hands. Only this time is the saddest.
It’s my avatar on Weibo now. White face and red nose, eyes big and charming, and also have eyeliner. Perfect Cleopatra makeup. Talk about it, it's endless. Well, the Wildcat Club is still open, and the story will be told later.
