cat
The year of Penyin is a good year. To this day, I still remember the flower cat I met in the alley, and I am deeply impressed, not only because of the conspicuous black spot on its forehead, but also because of the child who chased it. But indeed, the black spot was dazzling, as if dyed, like the color of an obsidian, and the eyes were in a deep darkness, inadvertently found, as if they were about to be sucked in. It's just that there is only one piece of such a beautiful black, and it is really not good to look at with the green coat color. That was the first time I met it, a group of children were chasing, did not care, just felt that they were playing, so they looked for a while and went to their own business.
The second time I met it, I can't remember it, but I remember it for a long time or so, about half a year? Or a few months? I can't remember exactly. I bought some fried chicken nuggets, bread and a few bottles of Coke, and on the way home I saw the cat under the van, and I could only see the difference between it and the initial agility, as if it was very cautious, dodging and afraid of everyone. When I saw it, I first thought the black spot looked good, and then I remembered that I had seen it. Feeling a little clever, he grabbed a piece of meat from the bag and threw it over with his fingers. It didn't go up to eat, and I was very strange, so I took a few steps back to look at it, only to suddenly come out and take the meat away. I was so happy, I threw another piece and went home.
The third time I met it, I was most impressed. It was not long after that, about three months. I was impressed because I bumped into her giving birth, which was strange to say, that kind of dead alley, I thought today, but I didn't understand why I was there. When I saw it, it had already given birth to three children, in its arms, and it licked its own child little by little with its tongue, and the first time I saw the cat's childbirth, I slowly crouched next to it and observed it, until I squatted for a few minutes, only to find that only one kitten moved in its arms, while the other two did not move.
Slowly, the licking movement slowed down, just after giving birth, she was also tired, she saw me, there was no reaction, but I guess it was also due to lack of strength. After looking at it for a while, I went to the supermarket to buy a bottle of milk, asked for a bowl for Oden boiling at the front desk, went back to her and put the bowl down, poured the milk in, and finished it. I squatted next to her and touched her, a little bit of a robbery, but she suddenly moved, I thought she was resisting me, I stood up, took a few steps back, and what I didn't expect was that she used all her strength to arch the kitten whose hair was already fluffy, arched towards me, and then lay down again, if it wasn't for her undulating stomach, I even thought she was dead. I got up and went to the grandmother who took care of the stray cat in the community and led the grandmother to her side, by this time, she was dead.
Three years on, her child, hats, lives in a loving family. As for why it was called a hat, because, like her, her children had a black dazzling hat.
