I am a cat. No name yet.
You asked me where I was born, so I don't remember.
I remember crying alone in a dark and humid corner. It was in this corner that I first met "human". Later, I learned that what I met at that time was the most vicious poor student among mankind. I heard that they often catch my compatriots and cook them. Fortunately, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't feel scared at that time, but I was a little dizzy when he lifted me up with his palm. The student's palm paused and I saw his face. I think this is the first time I've seen a face. Alas, I still remember the horror that that strange face brought me. The face that should be decorated with hair is as bare as a kettle. I have seen many cats since then, but none of them have been disfigured to this extent. Not only is the center of the face towering into the sky. The cave below still emits white smoke from time to time. That white smoke was suffocating and almost killed me. Later, I learned that it was humans who smoked cigarettes.
Like a kettle. I have seen many cats since then, but none of them have been disfigured to this extent. Not only is the center of the face towering into the sky. The cave below still emits white smoke from time to time. That white smoke was suffocating and almost killed me. Later, I learned that it was humans who smoked cigarettes.
I sat in the palm of this student's hand and suddenly felt very dizzy. I don't know whether I am moving or the students are moving. In short, it makes me dizzy and disgusting. Looks like I'm really going to see the devil. I was desperate when I heard a bang. I was smashed to the ground, a star fell and fainted on the spot.
I woke up to find that all the students were gone. Many brothers and sisters around me have disappeared, and even the vital mother has disappeared. After a pause, I found myself in a brand-new place. This place is much brighter than the original corner, and the strong light hurts my eyes. Everything that's happening now is so weird, I muttered to myself, trying to climb out slowly. This climb doesn't matter, my whole body hurts everywhere.
Only then did I find out that I was thrown into the bamboo forest by students from the straw pile.
When I climbed out of the bamboo forest, I saw a big pool.
I sat down in front of the swimming pool and thought about what to do next. Actually, it's no use thinking about it. After sitting for a while, I decided to try to cry. Maybe that student will come to me again. Meow meow-I called several times and didn't even see a ghost. Only the wind rustled the pool and the sun gradually set. I became more and more hungry, and finally I couldn't even cry. No, I have to find something to eat. I made up my mind to drag my aching body along the left side of the pool.
This is really step by step! I struggled to climb and climb, and finally climbed to a place with human smell. Where there are people, there is food. I felt a little comforted and sneaked into a family's yard from a hole in the bamboo fence. It's a blessing to meet a hole so lucky. Otherwise, you will probably become a hungry ghost on the roadside. I think this is "the shadow of a tree, the fate of previous lives."
Until now, this hole is the only way for me to visit my neighbor, Miss Sanmao.
When I climbed out of the bamboo forest, I saw a big pool.
I sat down in front of the swimming pool and thought about what to do next. Actually, it's no use thinking about it. After sitting for a while, I decided to try to cry. Maybe that student will come to me again. Meow meow-I called several times and didn't even see a ghost. Only the wind rustled the pool and the sun gradually set. I became more and more hungry, and finally I couldn't even cry. No, I have to find something to eat. I made up my mind to drag my aching body along the left side of the pool.
This is really step by step! I struggled to climb and climb, and finally climbed to a place with human smell. Where there are people, there is food. I felt a little comforted and sneaked into a family's yard from a hole in the bamboo fence. It's a blessing to meet a hole so lucky. Otherwise, you will probably become a hungry ghost on the roadside. I think this is "the shadow of a tree, the fate of previous lives."
Until now, this hole is the only way for me to visit my neighbor, Miss Sanmao.
Things? The maid picked me up and said to her master, "This little wild cat is so annoying. It always runs to the kitchen and can't get rid of it several times." The host twisted a few black hairs under his nose, looked at me a few times and said, "Then stay at home." Then I turned back to my room.
It seems that the host is a man of few words. Reluctantly, the maid angrily threw me into the kitchen. In this way, I settled down in this house.
I can't see my master for a day
I heard that he is a teacher by profession. I get into the study when I come back from school every day, and basically I rarely come out. His family all think that he is a particularly diligent scholar. At least he's trying to impress the outside world. Actually, it's not like this at all. I often sneak into the study to spy. In broad daylight, nine times out of ten, I think he sleeps soundly and sometimes drools over open books.
The host has a bad stomach and indigestion, so his skin is dark yellow and slack, and he has no expression at all. It happened that he was greedy and often swallowed Xiaoshi tablets after eating and drinking. I always pick up a book after swallowing medicine, which means studying hard. In my opinion,
To help sleep. Because he usually falls asleep after reading two or three pages, and his saliva is winding on the book. This is a lesson that he repeats every night.
Although I am a cat, I like to think about things. The profession of teacher is really easy. If I can be reborn in my next life, I will definitely only be a teacher. We cats can do what we can by taking a nap and sleeping.
Nevertheless, the owner is not satisfied. Whenever his friends visit him, he always complains that there is no more difficult job in the world than being a teacher.
When I first moved in, no one thought highly of me except my master. Wherever I go, I am shut out and no one talks to me. To what extent is it not taken seriously? Up to now, they have not given me a name. Alas, I can't help it. In order to survive, I can only try to please the host who took me in. In the morning, the host reads the newspaper, and I speak on his knee. When the host takes a nap, I will definitely jump on his back to provide warm companionship. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean I like him, but I can't help myself. Later, when I got acquainted, I didn't care so much about other people's eyes. Stand on a hot git in the morning and stay by the heater at night.
By the way, on a sunny day, of course, it is the most comfortable to lie in the hallway and take a nap in the sun, loving yourself.
But what I like best is sneaking into the children's bed at night to sleep. The master has two children, one is three and the other is five. They share a bed. My goal is to be sandwiched between two people and find a place to sleep. If you wake one of them, it will be bad luck. No matter how late it is, the children, especially the younger ones, will shout "Here comes the cat". Then my master with nervous indigestion will run from next door and kick me out. I was severely spanked with a ruler for this the other day.
I have been with humans for a long time, and the more I feel that they are too casual. Especially the two children I slept with, they were lawless. If you are in a mood, pick me up and stand upside down, or put a bag on my head for no reason, grab it and throw it aside, or even stuff it into a dark stove. But as soon as I fight back, I will be chased all over the house by their family and persecuted. A few days ago, I just wanted to sharpen my claws on tatami, but unfortunately the hostess found me. She lost her temper and refused to let me into the living room. Even watching me shivering on the kitchen floor, she was indifferent.
By the way, on a sunny day, of course, it is the most comfortable to lie in the hallway and take a nap in the sun, loving yourself.
But what I like best is sneaking into the children's bed at night to sleep. The master has two children, one is three and the other is five. They share a bed. My goal is to be sandwiched between two people and find a place to sleep. If you wake one of them, it will be bad luck. No matter how late it is, the children, especially the younger ones, will shout "Here comes the cat". Then my master with nervous dyspepsia will run from next door and kick me out. I was severely spanked with a ruler for this the other day.
I have been with humans for a long time, and the more I feel that they are too casual. Especially the two children I slept with, they were lawless. If you are in a mood, pick me up and stand upside down, or put a bag on my head for no reason, grab it and throw it aside, or even stuff it into a dark stove. But as soon as I fight back, I will be chased all over the house by their family and persecuted. A few days ago, I just wanted to sharpen my claws on tatami, but unfortunately the hostess found me. She lost her temper and refused to let me into the living room. Even watching me shivering on the kitchen floor, she was indifferent.
My most respected Xiao Bai lives diagonally across the street. Every time he meets me, he accuses me of human crimes and emphasizes that human beings are the most ruthless creatures in the world. She just gave birth to four kittens a few days ago, and each one was spoiled like a baby. Unfortunately, her students threw all the kittens into the pond on the third day. Xiao Bai finished the story with tears, and finally told me that in order to create a happy family environment for our cat descendants, we must declare war on mankind and completely destroy mankind! I think what Xiao Bai said is reasonable.
There is also San Mao next door who holds the same opinion. He thinks that human beings have no idea what ownership means. For us cats, since ancient times, whoever sees the head of sardines or the navel of mullet belongs to it. If you meet someone who wants to break the rules, you can resort to force. However, humans have no such idea at all, and all the delicious food we found has been plundered by them. It can be said that they are robbing the food that should belong to us without shame by virtue of their strength.
Xiao Bai's master is a soldier, and San Mao's master is a lawyer. Compared with them, living in a teacher's house, I take this kind of thing lightly. As long as I can get along well day by day. Because humans don't
May prosperity last forever. Well, I'm willing to wait for the time to belong to the cat family.
Since we talk about casualness, let's talk about a joke made by a host because of casualness. Originally, my master was mediocre and uncompetitive, but he still likes to meddle in everything. I wrote haiku to Du Fu, new style poem to Star, misspelled words, practiced archery, learned folk songs [notes], and even played the violin squeaky every day for a while, but unfortunately all failed. Although he is often depressed because of indigestion, whenever he is interested in new things, he will be full of energy immediately. He sang folk songs in the toilet and was nicknamed "toilet teacher" by his neighbors. He doesn't care. Instead, I sang "I am Ping Zongsheng" over and over again, and I was intoxicated. Aroused the neighbors to listen to him sing: "Listen quickly, the fake Zongsheng is humming again."
I always wanted to know what the master thought. One day, after living in the house for a month, the owner got his salary and hurried back with a big bag. Just wondering what I bought, watercolor pens, writing brushes and wortmann paper came into view. It seems that from today on, the master will abandon folk songs and haiku and concentrate on painting. Sure enough, the next day, the host didn't even sleep for a routine nap, but concentrated on painting in the study.
As for what he painted, it seems that no one can see what it is. I guess he's depressed himself. One day one of his friends who studied aesthetics came to visit, and I heard the following conversation.
"Painting is really not an easy task. Looking at other people's paintings, I feel that there is no technical content. I didn't expect to pick up the brush myself, but I couldn't start. " This sentence comes from the mouth of the master and is really true.
His friend looked at his master through gold-rimmed glasses and said, "It is impossible to draw badly from the beginning. It is not good to draw by imagination alone. " The Italian master Andrea Drew Sulut once said that painting is nothing more than sketching. There are stars in the sky and rain and dew on the ground. The ability to fly is to watch birds, and the thing to run is to learn animals. Goldfish rest in the pond, while Western jackdaw in the west perches on dead wood. Nature is the most touching material picture. If you really want to draw a decent work, you might as well start with a sketch. "
"Andre drew Sulut said this? I don't know yet. So that's it, that's the truth, and now I understand it all! " This sentence makes the host very useful.
As for what he painted, it seems that no one can see what it is. I guess he's depressed himself. One day one of his friends who studied aesthetics came to visit, and I heard the following conversation.
"Painting is really not an easy task. Looking at other people's paintings, I feel that there is no technical content. I didn't expect to pick up the brush myself, but I couldn't start. " This sentence comes from the mouth of the master and is really true.
His friend looked at his master through gold-rimmed glasses and said, "It is impossible to draw badly from the beginning. It is not good to draw by imagination alone. " The Italian master Andrea Drew Sulut once said that painting is nothing more than sketching. There are stars in the sky and rain and dew on the ground. The ability to fly is to watch birds, and the thing to run is to learn animals. Goldfish rest in the pond, while Western jackdaw in the west perches on dead wood. Nature is the most touching material picture. If you really want to draw a decent work, you might as well start with a sketch. "
"Andre drew Sulut said this? I don't know yet. So that's it, that's the truth, and now I understand it all! " This sentence makes the host very useful.
As for what he painted, it seems that no one can see what it is. I guess he's depressed himself. One day one of his friends who studied aesthetics came to visit, and I heard the following conversation.
"Painting is really not an easy task. Looking at other people's paintings, I feel that there is no technical content. I didn't expect to pick up the brush myself, but I couldn't start. " This sentence comes from the mouth of the master and is really true.
His friend looked at his master through gold-rimmed glasses and said, "It is impossible to draw badly from the beginning. It is not good to draw by imagination alone. " The Italian master Andrea Drew Sulut once said that painting is nothing more than sketching. There are stars in the sky and rain and dew on the ground. The ability to fly is to watch birds, and the thing to run is to learn animals. Goldfish rest in the pond, while Western jackdaw in the west perches on dead wood. Nature is the most touching material picture. If you really want to draw a decent work, you might as well start with a sketch. "
"Andre drew Sulut said this? I don't know yet. So that's it, that's the truth, and now I understand it all! " This sentence makes the host very useful.
I noticed a mocking smile behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
The next day, as usual, I fell asleep in the corridor, but the master made an exception and came out of the study. I didn't know what was going on behind me. I secretly opened my eyes a little, and found that he was seriously carrying out the teaching of Andrea Drew Sulut. I almost laughed at his serious appearance. He didn't notice his friend's prank, but actually started sketching and took me as the first object.
It's a pity that I've slept enough. I really want to yawn at the moment. But when my master waved his brush happily, I felt a little sorry for him. Let's stop and bear it for a while. He has finished drawing my outline and is coloring around my face.
First of all, I am definitely not a handsome cat. I dare not say that I am superior to my peers, regardless of my figure, coat color or face shape. But even so, I didn't get the care of the beautiful god, and I shouldn't be the strange appearance painted by my master.
First of all, the coat color is wrong.
My coat color is like Persian cat, with a little yellow in light gray, which is very similar to the texture of sumac bark. Whoever comes to see this is an indisputable fact. But the color of the master's pen, yellow or not, black or not, gray is a bit reluctant, brown is not suitable, and it doesn't look like a mixture of these colors. Can only say that it is a simple color that cannot be named.
What's even more ridiculous is that the cat in the painting has no eyes. Although his sketch object is a sleeping cat, others can't even find such a place as an eye in the painting. Who knows whether he painted a sleeping cat or a blind cat. I think it's futile to speculate on Andrea Drew Sulut.
However, the master's energy is really touching. I was going to stay as long as possible, but I had to hold my urine for a while before, and my muscles were so tense that it was difficult to last for a minute. As a last resort, I stretched my front paws forward with a cruel heart, lowered my head and had a big stretch. Water under the bridge. I don't need to sit down and cooperate. Anyway, it has destroyed the original setting of the owner, so just go to the room to solve the urgent need. I walked away slowly, and my master was angry and annoyed when he saw me.
First of all, the coat color is wrong.
My coat color is like Persian cat, with a little yellow in light gray, which is very similar to the texture of sumac bark. Whoever comes to see this is an indisputable fact. But the color of the master's pen, yellow or not, black or not, gray is a bit reluctant, brown is not suitable, and it doesn't look like a mixture of these colors. Can only say that it is a simple color that cannot be named.
What's even more ridiculous is that the cat in the painting has no eyes. Although his sketch object is a sleeping cat, others can't even find such a place as an eye in the painting. Who knows whether he painted a sleeping cat or a blind cat. I think it's futile to speculate on Andrea Drew Sulut.
However, the master's energy is really touching. I was going to stay as long as possible, but I had to hold my urine for a while before, and my muscles were so tense that it was difficult to last for a minute. As a last resort, I stretched my front paws forward with a cruel heart, lowered my head and had a big stretch. Water under the bridge. I don't need to sit down and cooperate. Anyway, it has destroyed the original setting of the owner, so just go to the room to solve the urgent need. I walked away slowly, and my master was angry and annoyed when he saw me.
Forget it urgently. I walked away slowly, and my master was angry and lost when he saw it. He sat in a chair and swore, "Bastard!" As a host, I always say "asshole" when swearing, because he can't swear with other words. He doesn't understand my hard work until now. It's rude to open your mouth and call him an asshole! If I usually jump on his back to please him, he will give me a good look and scold me. The point is that he has never done anything good to me, and just because he peed, he accused me of being an "asshole", which is simply too much. Speaking of it, human beings have always felt good about their own strength and are very arrogant. If there is no more powerful creature to cure them, I don't know how arrogant it will be!
If humans just come here casually, we can only bear it. Unfortunately, I have heard more and more tragic things about the immoral things that human beings have done.
There is a tea garden of about 30 square meters in my yard. Although it is not big, it is also very refreshing and suitable for comfortable sunshine. When the children at home keep me awake, or when I am in a bad mood, I always go there to recuperate some noble spirits.
One day in November, the sun was warm. I had lunch at two o'clock in the afternoon and went to bed. In order to exercise my muscles, I walked slowly to the tea garden. Sniffing the roots of the tea tree, I came to the cedar fence in the west and found a big cat sleeping on the dead chrysanthemum. He didn't notice my approach, maybe he just noticed and didn't care, so he snored and slept like a pool of mud. This guy who broke into someone's yard without even saying hello can still sleep so comfortably! I admire this courage. He was dark all over. Shortly after noon, the transparent and dazzling sunshine fell on his shiny hair, burning like a flame invisible to the naked eye. He has a majestic and strong physique like Elvis Presley, twice as big as me.
I admired him and was curious, so I stared at him and lost in thought. Spring breezes blow gently, and the buttonwood tree sticks out several branches and hangs above the fir fence. Two or three leaves fall leisurely and melt in the dead chrysanthemums on the ground. Elvis Presley suddenly opened his round eyes. I still remember that scene. Its eyes are more dazzling than human precious amber. He didn't move, and the sharp eyes deep in his eyes stared at my narrow forehead and said, what are you? As a king, this wording is a bit fall in price, but his voice is calm and his words are full of murderous look, as if even a vicious dog can kill without forgiveness. I shivered. Considering that inappropriate greeting will appear weak, try to pretend to be plain and say, "I'm a cat." So is the name.