Some fates come very casually. On that day, several pieces of work were urgent, I ran back and forth upstairs and downstairs of the unit, and when I was about to leave work, I went into the duty room on the first floor and wanted to mail out a few letters. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by a small cute one in the corner of the table, and in the lazy sunlight of dusk, it stood in the corner of the table, looking weak and pitiful, although a little dirty, but a plush black and white hair, with a pair of small ears, full of wit.
The picture shows what it looked like when I first saw it
I grew up loving animals, especially cats. When I was a child, adults were busy, I often played with the cats at home, and the time with the cats was fun, pleasant, and safe, which was part of my most interesting childhood. When I grew up, because of my work and children, I knew that I had no time to take care of small animals, so I didn't have the idea of raising small animals at home. That day, I didn't know what was going on, like a ghost, I actually had the idea of bringing this little cute home. I took a picture of my husband and sent it over, then called. After all, raising small animals requires everyone's consent. Unexpectedly, before I could say anything, he actually took the initiative to call and say: This cat looks cute, you take it home and let the child raise it!
Just like that, the cat went home with me. At that time, my son Erbao was only two years old, and I asked my aunt to help bring it. Maybe it's genetics, my two children love animals as much as I do, even more than that. The arrival of the kittens excited them. When taking the name, the daughter blurted out: Three treasures! Well, the Three Treasures are the Three Treasures, and I plan to raise them as children anyway.
The next few days, take it to the bath to remove insects and vaccinations, the pet shop doctor looked at it and said, three months old, little boy. It adapted quickly, and before long it began to tour each house generously. Children often excited in the middle of the night do not sleep, can always hear them shouting "three treasures, three treasures ...", life because of its arrival added a lot of bright colors, it makes my mood become extremely peaceful, my insomnia is also miraculously better. After calming down in the evening, I went into the "Cat Bar" and other websites to browse non-stop, checking the experience of others in raising cats, comparing the advantages and disadvantages of various cat food, and being busy.
Sanbao was also angry, and within a few months he had grown from a dirty little pity to a handsome young man. Its hair was shiny, its nose was pink, and it was unusually lively, and it often rushed from one end to the other, and everywhere it moved and leaped. It was extremely clever, the children chased it with a funny cat stick, it dodged and bitten, the coordination was perfect, and in the end, it even learned to chase the ball back and forth, and sometimes it could take the ball back. There have also been times when it has played too much, once it accidentally hit a little heavier, scratched out a few blood marks on the face of the son, the husband wanted to teach it a lesson, the son died to protect it, crying and saying: It is my fault, I pushed it first.
Each of us loved it so much that at that time I felt that the life I had given it was the best, and it was happier than when it was wandering. Unfortunately, this happiness did not last forever. When he was more than a year old, he always liked to take the opportunity to run outside, and once ran to the stairwell and was caught by his aunt. After that, we opened the door carefully, and I also deliberately found someone to make an anti-theft net for the window. I know that as it grows up, and when it wanders around the yard of the unit as a child, it has always been extremely yearning for the outside world. On weekends, we occasionally took it out, but it was always led by a leash, and it was in the house for a long time, and it was also very restrained, and it didn't seem to have found any fun. But I think that for a weak life, fun is less important than being alive. The next year, I took it to the pet store and made an appointment for a few days for the National Day to be sterilized. After all, we are all busy, the aunt is at home with the children, and it is not good to bother her to help take care of the cats that have been operated on.
Everything was ready, I bought three surgical gowns, learned nursing knowledge, and waited for the National Day to come. The Three Treasures may not like this fateful arrangement, but finally once, it seized the opportunity to escape. That night, my aunt came home, and I had a party with my friends, and I went back at eleven o'clock. When I quickly entered the door, I heard the cries of the children at home, I rushed in, saw my husband scolding the crying daughter, the son hiding in the bed sobbing, I quickly went over to ask the reason, only to know that the three treasures were lost ten minutes ago, because half an hour ago the daughter put a bag of garbage outside the door, and ten minutes ago I also saw it in the living room, and then I only saw that the door opened a slit, and the cat shadow was gone. The daughter wanted to go out to find it, but the husband wouldn't let her. Because I returned late, I did not dare to blame my husband, hurried downstairs to find, at that time I had not moved, we lived in a small low-rise building, I shouted the name of the three treasures over and over in the courtyard, and my daughter also followed down, she also cried while calling Yuanbao, we searched every place, fruitless. Later, my daughter was forcibly taken home by her husband, and I came down from the upstairs over and over again, found three o'clock in the morning, and then sat desperately at the head of the bed and struggled until dawn.
The next day, I took a leave of absence, printed three hundred cat hunting notices, and posted them all over the surrounding streets. I tried scissors to find the cat Dafa and went out almost every night to find the early hours of the morning. On the fourth day, it rained, and I cried out in the rain, thinking that my Three Treasures did not know where they were curled up at the moment, and my heart was like a knife. During that time, I lost my soul, I couldn't sleep at night, my mind was full of three treasures, and when I saw a cat like it outside, I had to catch up, and the cat food and its toys at home were even more afraid to look. I regretted myself, remembered that it might suffer on the outside, and my heart was broken, and this state lasted for three or four months.
In fact, when I think about it now, my heart still hurts, and tears flow out when I write this passage. In this way, I lost the Three Treasures forever, which were in my house for two years, three months and six days.
In fact, when it looked out on the windowsill, I also found that it longed for the outside life more than the comfort I gave it, but it was so weak, how could it know the dangers outside? I have also slowly alleviated the pain in my day-to-day life, although I will always think of it and never give up the expectation of meeting it again in the streets.
Finally, I would like to conclude this short article with a poem I wrote for it, thanking it for its presence in my life and for all the joys and pains it has brought me.
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I prepared food and water for it
Three rats made of cloth, a plush mint fish
It loves to lick its hair and is good at ambushing
It would suddenly rush towards me somewhere in a corner
More often, I have to leave early in the morning
The cat, named Sambo, sat alone on the windowsill
Outside, the grass and trees spit out new shoots, and the birdsong is crisp
Everything stretches out in order
At dusk, I shuttled back and forth between the living room and the kitchen
Look back at it from time to time
Chasing and frolicking is getting less and less every day
It closed its eyes slightly, looking indifferent
After everything had calmed down, I scratched its body
"Meow—" toward it
It looked at me and jumped on the windowsill again
There seems to be no better comfort
In the light, we sat together in the orange shadows
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