Mouse is a kind of civet cat. Before it came, I had three white Persian cats. I didn't mean to add anything. I just glanced at it and took it home accidentally. It was a day at the end of June 1 1, and the temperature plummeted, and the biting north wind whistling by the sea made people untenable. I came out from home, just out of the corridor, I heard a shrill meow, and I saw a kitten curled up in the corner, shivering, and could be blown away by the strong wind at any time. Reason urged me to go quickly. I took a few steps, and the helpless eyes and crying made me come to my senses. If it hadn't been too cold that day, if it hadn't been a look at it, we might never see it again. I grabbed it, but it didn't resist, obediently lying on my palm. Compared with the big cat, it is pitifully small, like a mouse. So we call it "little mouse". This is an extra cat. If you want to grow up, just let go.
I soon found that "little mouse" was too smart and cute. Its arrival, like the "catfish effect", makes the old cats full of vitality. You don't have to worry about cats bullying him. On the contrary, he doesn't care about anyone at all, chasing the big cat around the house and riding the big cat's neck on the swing. You don't have to worry about its daily hygiene, where is the place to drink water and where is the place to go to the toilet, it is clear and conscious; You don't have to worry that it can't catch food. When you eat, you will make a "whoop" sound to protect the food. The most unexpected thing is that it climbed to the top of the high refrigerator with its small and flexible body. Go up and eat when you are hungry, and then come down. For a long time, I wondered why there are so few cats and wolves. Finally, one day I caught a "current" and found the answer.
The little mouse has grown up. Round head and face, dressed in black and white robes. It is elegant and graceful, and unconsciously reveals the star's "fan" between gestures: you see that it has a standing posture, a sitting posture, and a step-by-step "cat walk" is like a model in a show; Proud eyes, two big eyes hanging on a round face, plus a delicate nose and two rows of beards tied out of a butterfly's small mouth, are elegant and powerful, very beautiful. It is lively, curious, friendly, playful and full of energy. My family loved it. At this time, it is impossible to "release". Later, I built a new home for the cats in the garage. The old cats didn't adapt, but the "little mouse" was overjoyed and ran and jumped on the lawn, square and tree all day. Attachment to the owner is a major feature of domestic cats. No matter how crazy it is, this "little mouse" never goes too far from home. It clearly knows where its owner is and waits at the door. Every time I go out of the house, it comes out of nowhere and follows me. When I go out to buy food or do business, I scold it if I don't want it to follow. It crouched there waiting for me to come back, and greeted me happily when I came back. The happiest thing for him is to wander around with his master. Every afternoon when the sun goes down and the community is unusually quiet, I will lead them around the front and back of the community building, and then have a rest on the Little Square. "Little mouse" is like a naughty child, jumping and running in front of me. After arriving at the square, all the other cats are resting on their stomachs, while the "little mouse" is shuttling among the surrounding peach trees, and can't be idle for a moment. Whenever the peach blossom is in full bloom, it likes to jump around on a big peach tree, play around, or lie quietly on the branches to enjoy it.
Suddenly one day, the mouse disappeared from the peach tree. I called its name and it came out of nowhere. He was tired and didn't eat. My neighbor's elder sister told me that the little mouse vomited, but she didn't take it seriously. When feeding at night, only the mice disappeared. I saw some foamy vomit on the garage floor, and the little mouse was very ill. He called his name softly. For a long time, he finally leaned out his round head in the glove box of the garage as an answer, and then he got down again. Judging from his listlessness, he is very ill. I decided to take him to the pet hospital tomorrow. I had a strange dream that night. I dreamed that Tong Tong, a teenager who often plays with mice next door, came. He said, "Mom, I'm leaving." . I said, "Tong Tong, I'm not your mother ..." He quickly distinguished, "I'm not Tong Tong, I'm a mouse." I woke up from a strange dream. Tasting the dream, suddenly a sense of foreboding enveloped me.
The next morning, I got up in a hurry and went to the garage. The mouse is gone. I feel like I'm running in the wind, shouting all the way in front of and behind the house, but I still haven't seen it. Where is the mouse? I suddenly thought of its favorite peach tree. I came under the tree, crossed the grass and saw the mouse. At this point, it is lying on its back, eyes wide open, not breathing. Why don't you leave before I take you to the hospital? I regret it, and my tears are blurred. I buried the mouse under the peach tree.
Now every time I walk to the peach tree where the mouse is buried, I seem to see the mouse jumping back and forth. ...