I've never been very interested in cats. Of course, I don't hate it. I just don't feel it. In normal times, I just stay away from the big city. After all, it's just a cat. There's really nothing to miss. Of course, this time, there will be no exception. However, when one of my feet stepped on the steps, it suddenly gave a gentle cry, "Meow." The voice is very light, but it is very special.
I don't know why I stopped. Turning around, I began to look carefully. It is very thin, even if it is covered with such thick hair, it can be seen at a glance. Probably because I live in the wild all the year round, my whole body is white and clean with long hair stains and almost mottled marks. However, what fascinates me most is those eyes. One is dark green and the other is pure blue.
This should be a descendant of Persian cats. I was so naive to think.
Many times, I will be naive to think about one thing, one thing, or one person. I think it's not just me. Many people meditate in their spare time. So, who are the people who are meditating these days? Or, those who appear in my meditation, have I appeared in their meditation? I don't know how long this kind of question has been bothering me, at least I don't remember when I started to have this idea. Curious as I am, I have never had the desire to pursue the answers to these questions. Sometimes the hidden answer is not pleasant.
By the time I came to my senses, the cat had stood at my feet and rubbed my ankle with its soft body. This is bold and reckless, because we don't know each other. I won't kick it off, and I will never do that. That's not me, so I stood indifferent, quietly watching it, watching its every move.
Someone walked into this corridor, just like me. I also noticed this cat. He paused and asked me, "Is this your cat?"
I glanced at the man, who was a strange face, so I answered "No" in my usual strange tone. Of course, I didn't take it to heart. I just don't like some strange things that suddenly appear in my life. Everyone has his own world and his own way of living. I know there will be many people in my life who I have never known and don't want to know better. Some people say they are passers-by, so I take it for granted that they are passers-by.
"I thought it was you. It's so close to you. " He made a casual remark and then turned away.
Close to me? I looked down, and the cat looked at me like that again. It seems to have heard our brief conversation just now, and I even think it understood and didn't deny it. Because as soon as the word "intimacy" came out, I felt that it deepened my strength.
Maybe my description is not very vivid, so you can't feel the slight touch at that time, but please try your best to make up for it, because I never thought that a word that has been circulating among us for tens of thousands of years would suddenly come out in my mind-trust.
Trust is a very sensitive word. I remember my parents always taught me not to trust others easily, not to talk to strangers, not to go to strange places alone, not to do strange things here, not to do strange things there. I don't know if it is because of this reason that I have always had a great resistance to the word strange, so I have never been the first person to eat crabs in anything. In my memory, all the words related to strangeness are evil, or at least unsafe.
This cat should be strange to me. Why does it trust me? Is there no strange sin in its world? This should be a wonderful world. But on second thought, there are so many people passing by in the corridor, why does it only kiss me? When that strange man came just now, he didn't do anything but snuggle up at my feet, so it should be just for my trust.
I suddenly have an impulse to pick it up, at least in exchange for this trust. So I generously took out the food that had been in my handbag, and I handed it to it with a feeling of excitement, as if it were my pet for a long time.
However, it just scoffed and looked at me with a kind of lost eyes. This situation may be the legendary hot face and cold ass, which must make me very angry. I obviously feel that my affection for her is disappearing, bit by bit. But it didn't leave, and it let out a meow.
It suddenly dawned on me that what I gave was not necessarily what it wanted.
three
I stood up a little lonely and mixed feelings, but I didn't get back the food I had just handed out. That's it. From the moment I decided in my heart, it no longer belongs to me.
I don't know if I have a mental cleanliness, maybe this word is not accurate. I just distinguish myself clearly from others. What is mine is mine. I seldom allow others to touch it. I don't like it. The reason is that simple. Of course, no matter how much I like things that don't belong to me, I won't show the slightest interest.
Someone is holding this tail and talking about me behind my back, saying that I am selfish and hypocritical. But it doesn't matter. I always ignore those rumors. I'm just curious. When the dark forces living behind me see me smiling and lead some people into my life, what expression will they have? It shouldn't be a surprise.
So you know, there are exceptions to everything.
I am a relatively plain person at heart, so I like everything that is passionate about me. I think it is because of this cat's enthusiasm that I am standing here at the moment. Those who were enthusiastic about me at first turned out to be enthusiastic about me. I call them the protagonists.
So, what role is this cat playing?
I squatted down again and touched its smooth back with my hand as a farewell. I specially left another bottle of water for it, and just poured a lot into the box. It's not easy to drink from a bottle. I must do something for it carefully, because its trust makes me very comfortable and inexplicably gives me a sense of responsibility.
I didn't look back, and I didn't hesitate again. I hurried up the stairs as usual, but I was in a good mood. My feelings are very delicate, and a little thing can affect me for a long time, a phone call, a text message, or just an expression in WeChat. So, don't say it's a cat, a living and affectionate cat.
The dormitory is very high, there is no elevator, and you have to climb to the seventh floor on foot. Not to mention tired, it is enough to make people complain. I think it is precisely because of this that few people are willing to come here as guests. I live in a high place, and many people are too lazy to climb it. I can't enjoy my warm hospitality. It should be like this.
If I don't deserve you to climb up, I naturally don't need to be enthusiastic about such people. I must be no taller than the same seven-story building in the other person's heart.
In this way, I am taller than seven stories in the eyes of many people, including this cat.
four
I found it when I opened the door. It was standing right behind me. It should have been following me since I left. Its footsteps are very light, so I never noticed it.
I suddenly realized a very serious problem. I don't like turning around, so many times, some people just stand there and pray for me to turn around and turn around. The final result is somewhat bleak. I don't know who I missed because of this stubbornness, nor how many people I missed. Wait until this cat.
I told it: If only you could meow behind me. At least I will know you exist, at least I will stop and wait for you.
I knew it wouldn't understand, but I still wanted to say it, so I said it. I'm not afraid of being laughed at for being stupid, because I think it's meaningful. Many people, like me, will stick to it even if they know that some things have no result and no meaning in the end. Almost everyone has this behavior, but few people admit it.
Since I'm here, that's my guest. I think so, so I let it in politely. Not as stiff as I thought. It just jumped into my chair and lay down comfortably.
I like this usurpation of the role of master, so I began to like this cat again.
I thought for a moment, this is a cat, a cat close to me, it depends on me, it is willing to climb such a high building for me, it is willing to walk into my room, into my life, and it is willing to accompany me in a closer capacity than guests. So, I have to adopt.
I feel that the poor analysis is just an excuse I adopted.
five
With this grandiose idea, I found a sweater that I didn't wear very much from the cupboard, and found a bigger shoe box to spread on the ground, and laid it carefully. I was afraid that it was not literary, so I drew many exquisite patterns on the box with a marker, and of course there were other odd jobs. When I finished this, a fine layer of sweat had been printed on my forehead.
I created a simple home for it, which was the first step for me to adopt it. You have to pay something before you do anything. There is never pie in the sky, at least I don't believe there will be. Even if it does, how can so many people on earth hit you? Never consider yourself lucky. If you always do things by luck, you may not be able to do things later.
The cat watched me finish these things. It has been watching, silent and motionless. I think it should know that I made this for it. It's too smart. It must know. However, it didn't intend to get off my chair. It is still lying like that, lazy and with loose eyes.
I can't expect others to understand what I do, let alone cater to me. So I decided to take it down and put it in its own box. This chair belongs to me. At least I haven't decided to give it. This should be my place. Everyone has his own position, and only by putting his own position right will it not cause others' disgust and disgust. I don't think it understands this. Let me tell it.
I put it on a soft sweater and pointed to the portrait of the cat on the box and the word "cat" written in various languages next to it. I don't know what kind of writing it is familiar with, so I must be fully prepared. I like to prepare, just as I never like to do uncertain things. This is a good habit, and it is not a good habit. I used to like a girl, and I'm not sure if she likes me, so I never showed anything. If it weren't for what she said later, I'm afraid I'll never realize the feeling that someone will be more important than myself in this life. I think this is my weakness.
six
I didn't expect it to struggle and resist at the moment it was put down. I don't know what I did wrong. It stood on the ground, all its hairs stood on end, and looked at me angrily.
In the face of all this, I am a little stunned. This is not the attitude it should face me, and it should never be. Even if my right way is a little abrupt, it should not treat me as an enemy, at least it should not attack me.
I glanced at the flesh torn by its sharp claws on my arm, and my eyes were full of cold cream. Speaking of which, I am also a kind-hearted person. I never take the initiative to provoke others and care about my relatives and friends. If I have extra feelings, of course I am willing to care about strangers. That's why the cat is standing here now.
I know that many times, I do things in my own way, and most of my concerns are easy to understand and even ignored. I don't want to tell anyone that I am your benefactor or anything. I feel stupid. Generally speaking, people who deserve my concern understand me. Of course, there are a few exceptions, and there are exceptions to everything. Although I don't ask for anything in return, I never want to bite the hand that feeds me, just like now.
Since this cat did this to me, it only means that I made a mistake, that is, I brought it into my world. When I was in primary school, the teacher always taught us to correct our mistakes, which we forgot when we were young. Now, take it out.
It should leave my world, or at least my house, which is the first step for me to correct my mistake. It has no right to stand here anymore. I will not force it to leave by violence, and I will not force it because I once liked it.
I don't know if it planned all this long ago, or if it just came to play with me. Maybe it has other purposes. It's gone, no nostalgia, no regret, nothing, just like it never happened. Just as he went downstairs, he looked back here, but his eyes were not on me, but on the chair he dreamed of.
In the later days, we met several times by chance, but we were not friends, didn't say hello, weren't enemies, and didn't glare. We are just strangers.