This is a cat that grew up eating a hundred meals. There are rice bowls prepared for her in the yard all year round, and whenever I see my mother, I will meow and respond to every request. Every time I came home before, I saw her walking around the yard and feeding from time to time. Mom moved into the city, three or two weeks apart, a month or two to return home, and she must have rushed in. Today she came again, turned around, walked around, came to see the people who cared for her, and was satisfied. Animism!