The story of cats and me

I had a cat at home when I was born, but many things were blurred when I was growing up. The memories of this cat are all fragments I learned from chatting with my family later. It's probably a black female cat, whose appearance and shape are naturally unknown. My birth should be a very novel thing for it. In my imagination, it should rub my face with furry claws or soft body to satisfy my curiosity. As for me, I should sleep with this cat forever. Maybe that's why I like cats very much.

By the time I was three or four years old, rats were rampant in the village, and the villagers had no choice but to throw rodenticide everywhere. Many mice are poisoned, and those animals that eat mice are in trouble. My black cat and a litter of kittens were not spared. Grandma said that the black cat ate a dead mouse on the roof of the neighbor's house, and it was very painful. It was lactation, and several kittens were also implicated. I still feel sorry that this childhood playmate didn't end well. I always feel that there should be no such bad luck.

Since then, rat poison has been abused, and there is no place for cats in rural areas. For several years, it is difficult to see cats in ten miles and eight townships, and only this lovely creature can be seen on TV. It's difficult to keep a cat. Naturally, you can't change the whole bad environment by yourself. I haven't seen a cat in primary school for several years, and I have raised several rabbits during this period. After a while, the rabbit is not afraid of being born, docile and clever, but never close to the cat. Unexpectedly, it has been ten years since I left this old friend.

When I was in junior high school, relatively few people used rat poison. My elder sister-in-law found a Xiaohua Mall from other places and kept it at home. At that time, cats were a rarity, and the family naturally cherished them. I have been playing with my cousin since I was a child, and I often go to my cousin's house to play. With this cat, I will go more often. It was during that time that my cousin taught me some ways to tease cats when playing together. For example, if you stretch out a finger from the quilt and pull it gently, the cat will stare at your finger intently and wait for an opportunity to pounce. For example, if you touch the hair under the cat's chin, the cat will lift its neck and squint and enjoy your touch quietly. Now that I think of playing together as a child, I still feel very interesting and miss it.

Junior high school is studying in another village. I can only go home once a week on weekends. I don't spend much time at home, and even less time watching this cat at menstruation's house. So I have been looking forward to how many kittens my aunt's cat can have, so that I can adopt a kitten. After waiting for a long time, this wish has finally come true. In the end, menstruation's cat didn't give birth to it, but menstruation begged it from another family. As for my aunt's flower cat, it seems that she died of illness, many years ago. My aunt's family has moved to Xinjiang for many years.

My aunt keeps a white kitten, which is white except for the head and the tip of the hair. The day after he arrived at his new home, the little guy was no longer afraid of strangers. He ran out, jumped in, jumped up and down, and played everywhere. The family also welcomes this new member and dotes on him. In particular, my brother and I spoiled this little guy like a baby. We used to eat, sleep and play together. What impressed me most was that this kitten especially likes eating corn. She can eat more than half of an ear of corn, but she doesn't like other foods very much. She spent a happy summer vacation with this little guy and will go to high school in the city after the holiday. From then on, I began to reunite with my family.

After going to the county seat, the kitten has been taken care of by her family. Later, I called my mother and heard that the kitten died of illness. After hearing the news, I was lost for several days. I remember I wrote an article in memory of this kitten. It's just that after many years, what I wrote at the beginning has been lost and no photos have been left. This is an irreparable regret.

Soon I have a kitten from other places. That is a khaki female cat. She is clever and good at catching mice. She is loved by her family and lives very comfortably at home. The kitten grows up day by day, and its ability to catch mice improves day by day. They can climb trees and hunt birds such as sparrows or older quails. One day, they even shot a snake outside and took it home to show off everywhere, which really frightened their families.

When it gave birth to a kitten for the first time, it happened to catch up with my summer vacation, so I was lucky to see that the kitten was unstable from birth to naughty. Young, unrestrained and naive are really the most lovely things in my mind. The big cat, who is a mother for the first time, has also changed under the brilliance of motherhood. It is not as naughty as it used to be. It always quietly watches a few naughty boys chase and fight in the sun, and patiently combs their hair when they are tired of playing. At that time, there was a small garden at home. After the kitten was born, it became a playground for cats, jumping up and down all day. How can the delicate flowers stand such a toss? Several of them are dead. Even so, no one blames them for their youth and ignorance. When kittens are old enough to live independently, they are begged to be raised one by one, and they are also very clever when they are sent elsewhere, and they have not suffered much injustice. One was sent to my uncle's house and was still running around the village. In recent days, I saw a picture of it in "Under the Spring" on the sunny slope, much like its mother. Seeing it, I will think of their lovely figures running in the sun many years ago.

Later, the big cat gave birth to a litter and gave it away. Later, I grew old day by day and finally left this world after a serious illness. No regrets. It was treated gently by this small world and warmed the life of this small world.

There were no cats at home for a long time after the cat died. Suddenly one day, a neighbor's child picked up an abandoned kitten on his way home from school and threw it into my yard when passing by. Grandma sympathized with him and adopted him. It wasn't long before the cat died, leaving me with too little impression. I only remember that it was not picky about food at all, and it was so hungry that it even grabbed food from our bowl.

Every cat leaves a short blank period, but generally speaking, from the first kitten, the cat has been a fixed member of the family. When I was in college, my mother brought back a kitten from a relative's house. Her white body has a few gray-black hairs and a black tail. The kitten was born with a disease in its left eye, so one eye is smaller and the other is bigger. The cat is still alive. It is the "Mr. Meow" and "Uncle Meow" that I often mention. According to the age of the cat, it is now an old man in the meow world. One of the secrets of its longevity is that it never eats animal carcasses, so it has avoided many accidents.

Mr. Miao's IQ is also very high in the meow world, and at some point it is even almost Uber. Some things in my memory are enough to illustrate this point. Once I climbed a tree to pick apples, but I couldn't reach some high places. The branches are too thin to climb that high. Just when I was at my wit's end and ready to give up, Miss Miao, who had been squatting under the tree watching the excitement, rubbed it a few times and climbed to the top of the tree, then turned around and gave me a proud look and scratched the apple a few times. Once, the family cut a large piece of meat and cooked at night, and put it in the kitchen and closed the door. The family is watching TV in the other room. Mr. Miao first swaggered around in front of his family to make everyone notice its existence, and then fell asleep in an inconspicuous corner. After a while, my mother asked where the cat was and whether it had eaten meat. My brother said, "The kitchen door is closed. How can I get in? It sleeps in this room. " I said, "I'll take a look and buy something to eat." When I walked to the kitchen door, the door was still closed. On entering the door, I saw Mr Miao chewing a piece of meat. I ran as soon as I saw it. A closer look reveals that there is a breathable top window open, and the purpose of hanging around in front of family members is to create an alibi, which is amazing.

There are relatively many college holidays, and I spend more time with Teacher Miao than other cats (maybe I have spent enough time with the original black cat, but I can't remember my age), so I have the deepest feelings with Teacher Miao. In the summer when I graduated from college, my love was frustrated and I stayed indoors all summer. The only fun is to play with Mr Miao. When it rains, I open a Tang poem and copy it. Mr. Miao doesn't go out often in this weather. It often leans on its side, sometimes reaching out to fiddle with the pen cap I put aside, and sometimes staring at me with wide eyes. When he was sleepy, he fell asleep on the book. Because of it, that summer was not so lonely.

During these years of studying abroad, I often miss my family and Miss Miao, and those cats who have passed away often miss them.

I want a house with a yard, a cat and some flower trees. Buy a lot of books, read and drink tea, watch the winding of green vines, and watch the autumn moon and winter snow; May time be peaceful and the years be quiet, and may you accompany me in my years.