Liang Shiqiu's cat story.
Cats are very good and like to snuggle up to people; Sometimes I like to rub people's legs and smell their feet.
Only when winter is over and spring comes, the sound of cats calling for spring is ugly.
Boo-hoo, a loud roar, and then suddenly a mouthful of wow, hey, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.
I can't sleep at this time.
So some people get up at night and chase after them with big bamboo poles.
A monk in my family wrote such a poem! "Cats call for spring. Cats call for spring. The more you listen to him, the more energetic you will be. The old monk also has the meaning of a cat, and he dare not shout it out in front of people.
"Master mercy, I don't want to play bamboo pole to catch cats.
My home is in a deep alley in Beiping.
One day, on a cold winter night, those who sell water and bread and those who sell hard noodles and cakes have all passed, except for the sound of bangzi in the distance, which is more valuable.
At this time, a cat howled on the roof tiles, sometimes complaining, sometimes complaining, and then jumped into another room, jumping back and forth, stirring up the family's anxiety.
If so, a few days.
The windows in Beiping are plastered, and the window lattice is neither wide nor narrow. A cat can get in and out with only one stroke of its paw.
In the spring season, one night, I seemed to hear the window paper ringing in the small courtyard study in my sleep. The next day, I found a hole in the window lattice, apparently a wild cat got in.
Probably hungry, go in and catch mice.
I patched up enough paper, only to find that the cat came again the next day, still coming in and out from the original place, a little impatient. What if you do it? On the third day, the same thing happened again. The desks and bookshelves were in a mess. There are countless plum blossom seals printed on the desk. I can't help it.
My chef is a resourceful person. He not only harmonizes the well-known but also runs through many doors on the left. Because the meat in the kitchen is often dragged under the stove by cats, and the fish is often caught on the wall by cats, he bears a grudge, so he tries his best to invent a simple and effective method of catching cats.
He used a wire to nail an iron nail on the windowsill where cats frequented. One end of the wire is tied to the nail, and the other end is tied to the wire, so that the wire is hoop-shaped. When the hoop was stretched to a proper degree, it was placed on the windowsill, and everything was intact, waiting to be captured alive.
When the cat rushes into the house, its front legs will inevitably touch the wire hoop, so it just sticks to the body and hangs in the air alive. The more it struggles, the tighter it hoops.
Seeing that I was helpless because of the cat, the cook volunteered to install such a mechanism on the window of my study.
I lost confidence in him at first, so I followed.
But there was movement that night. Get up in the morning and see a thin cat hanging there dying!
The cook always enforces the law on the cats he catches, without taking any holidays. I looked at the poor face of the cat and comforted her.
As a result, it was released lightly, but the chef insisted on a light punishment, that is, tying an empty can to the cat with the original wire and opening the street door to let her live.
I saw the cat swish away with the canned food, just like the newlyweds left the church for their honeymoon.