We all grew up going far away. The only one who stayed with his parents was the family cat1

Tiger King Cat 1

(Novel)

Walking after dinner, I often saw young neighbors holding animals in their hands, and I felt very incomprehensible. Usually tired like a dog, even the second child does not dare to give birth, but has the energy to take care of such a dog: not only to manage its three meals a day, but also to bathe it, to see a doctor, and to take it for a walk after work. Go out and give it a good hope. Not only does it take time, it also costs a lot.

Work to find a burden for yourself, who is so comfortable with himself.

I thought so, but I completely forgot that I had not only had a cat, but also a dog.

The first to come was a cat.

When I was in elementary school, a classmate from a neighboring village said that the mother cat in the family had given birth to three kittens, too many to feed, and hoped that I would adopt one.

When I was a child, there was no shortage of animals around me, and I didn't have much of a sense of them, just a toy that I picked up when I was bored. The grass on the mountain catches the grasshoppers that bounce around, the knowledge that sticks to the trees and makes noise, the dragonflies that fly freely in the air, the ants on the ground who work together to carry the grains of rice back in an orderly manner, and so on, and so on.

So, when I agreed to adopt the cat, I just felt that it added another fun, and I didn't think about how to feed it, let alone what trouble it would cause me. In my ignorant consciousness, it was no different from the dragonflies that I had broken my wings and could only flutter in place, the ants that smeared a drop of sesame oil on the way so that they could not find the way to whirling in place, and so on.

The cat was so small, about the size of a mouse, that it didn't even have hair on its body. Classmates told me it had just been weaned. Maybe it wasn't quite comfortable leaving the cat mother, and the pink body was squirming uneasily in my little palm. Its eyes were tightly closed, and I gently touched its pink belly with my fingers, and it opened its eyes and went down, without even turning over, and continued to sleep with its eyes closed.

How can it be made to fly, climb, and bark? I was overwhelmed for a moment.