Today's walking punch card.
The walking diary has not been updated for several days.
For several consecutive days, the human-insect war game continued.
1-5。 Morning view.
There are several rows of newly loaded small saplings in the park, which are Ziwei.
Workers continue to weed, and it's been nearly late June, and the park is still not open to the public.
Walked for a while, heavy rain, dodging, sudden stop.
Passing by a man, I heard him yelling at the other end of the phone, "When are you going to pay back?" Promise the Spring Festival, until now, the past half a year, you have not paid back my money, I am almost out of money, when will you pay back the money..."! From a distance, I kept listening to him scolding each other, half the park could hear. I think the other party must have no choice, not to pay back, really can't make money to pay it back.
The epidemic has made everyone's life difficult.
6-9。
The little milk cat has returned to the days of wandering before, and perhaps wandering is its fate. The few days of food treatment enjoyed in the middle are a small episode. And my troubles have come, at least not the current troubles have not been eradicated.
After more than ten years of raising cats, he made a serious mistake for the first time.
I found out that something was wrong, it was in the basin where the milk cat drank water. Every time I change fresh and clean water, after a while there will always be a few small insects floating on the surface, at first I didn't care, thinking that mosquito bugs accidentally fell into the water, until my legs and feet itched, small blisters, to the neck, to the shoulders to the waist have such symptoms, I was shocked to realize the seriousness of the problem. It is a germ carried by stray milk cats!
The skin health of the three domestic cats also worries me.
Sending away the cat is a last resort.
Psychologically unwilling, the little guy grows up very fast in a few days, can run, although crooked, but also teach it to bury its own excrement, but after all, it is a milk cat, without the care of the mother cat, I don't know how high its survival rate is? But I can't care less about it. Because it, itself, family, domestic cats are infected.
Impulsiveness, overflowing with compassion, no deliberation, no scientific conservation. Blame yourself for not taking care of everything around you.
On the night of the send-off, it did not rain.
On the sunny day of the second day, the milk cat did not know the end.
I felt bad and guilty.
I must carry cat food when I go out every day, and feed the stray cats when I see them, which reminds me of the situation of the little milk cats.
I hope the little cat can survive in the wild.
