Kitten Black Sister.

Countrymen love to keep cats. Cats are not like chickens, defecating everywhere, making the house smelly and dry; nor like dogs, barking at every turn, scaring guests and children; cats love to be clean and quiet, and will not break the original order of life in the ancient house except for the occasional lazy "meow~" and the carcasses of a few rats on the ground in the morning. All in all, cats have all the characteristics of domestic animals that make people worry about, except that they cannot eat.

Since I can remember, I have had a few cats in my hometown. About ten years ago, I was still an innocent child, and every holiday, I was sent back to my hometown to live with my grandparents and mingle with all kinds of small animals in my hometown. One day Grandpa brought home a basket, and when he opened it, it was a kitten whose three eyes were unlikely to open, although he died two times in a few days, and the last one of his tenacity was given high hopes by me and my sister and sister. Just because it is a female black cat, and because we think it is easy to raise a name, we named it "Black Sister".

The most miraculous place in God's creation is that cats and mice, rats punch holes, and are self-taught and self-contained. In the cat competition, Hei Mei is undoubtedly the best; it takes four to five months for a normal kitten to learn to catch mice, and she can fight with the rats in the old house in less than three months, which is called the "Wu Zetian" of the cat world. How do I know? One night I woke up unexpectedly and heard the sound of the tiles being pounded outside the window (the roof of the ancient house was made of tiles). Confused, a little afraid of thieves in the house, I secretly opened a slit in the window, but I saw the most mysterious and unforgettable scene - under the cold moonlight, the black sister tiptoed (its movements are so light, I will describe it as such) standing on the tiles, holding a fat mouse in her mouth. It had been hunched over sideways, with a hint of relief after the battle; as if sensing my gaze, it bit the rat and turned its head to look at me. There was no cloud in the sky, the moon was shining, and for the first time I saw its dark and round pupils, which were completely different from the daytime, emitting the same light as the night pearl in this dark night. There was no gentleness and deference in that sharp gaze, but more of a kind of equality from above. It didn't stay long, jumping and jumping, disappearing into my sight, leaving me dumbfounded to look at where it had stayed. Since then, I have not only treated it as a pet, but more like a friend and a little more respect.

Since Hei Mei learned to catch rats, there has been no less rice and less meat in Grandma's kitchen. The black sister also grew really fast, and her physique in a year was twice as strong as when she first arrived. I don't know if grandma fed it more black sesame seeds, its hair is thick and soft, so that as soon as I see it, I can't help but pick it up and smooth the hair. It likes to lie in the middle of the yard in the warm winter sun to lick its own hair, and sometimes the cat hair will be reflective, shiny, which is really enviable. Outstanding business ability and charming appearance make Black Sister very popular among male cats in the same village. On the banks of the creek at the mouth of the village, it is often seen that it is "distracted" with male cats of different colors, but it seems that they do not agree with it, and the black sister is much colder than at home, and even some are arrogant and arrogant. Finally there was a stage when it did not come home, I was anxious whether it was an accident, Grandma did not hesitate to say "in your opposite Aunt Chen's house." In the end, the black sister dragged the two black and white kittens back to her mother's house alone, and I remembered that yes, yes, her husband should be the white cat of Aunt Chen's family. However, the black sister never left home, and even withered for a while, it is estimated that after being injured, she felt that home was the warmest harbor!

After that, my studies became busier and busier, and I went back to my hometown to just catch a little water and not stay overnight. The black sister was fat again, and her eyes were no longer so sharp under the precipitation of the years—of course, this was only the daytime thing I saw, and how I hoped that at night, it would still be the heroic night traveler. Grandpa was sick and could only sit alone on the couch in the courtyard, unable to work in the field. It also does not run around, often lazily lying at Grandpa's feet, accompanying Grandpa to watch Grandma's newly raised two geese fight in the cage. Usually when I get home and push open the door, I see such an indifferent rural oil painting, there is almost no sound around, you can feel that time and life are quietly passing. I deliberately spoke loudly in an attempt to break the silence, but in the end I could only watch as the light in Grandpa's eyes grew dimmer.

Grandpa died.

Among the guests who came and went to the funeral, The Black Sister was flooded by the crowd. I heard it calling out to Grandpa's room, and even Grandma choked up and said to it, "Don't bark the cat, your master is dead, there is no way to give you food..." I don't know how long it barked, only that I never saw it again after the funeral. Where did it go? Did he go to a new person's house, or did he go to another place to spend time with Grandpa?

This year, Grandma bought another little black cat. This kitten is lively and cheerful, does not recognize life, our family likes it, Grandma's face also has a rare smile, I hope that she can accompany Grandma like a black sister. But a few days ago it was gone, and Grandma sighed and said that she had been drugged to death, and advised me not to be too angry, so as not to hurt the neighbors. I was surprised and angry. I wanted to denounce the ruthlessness of the murderer, I wanted to scream that cats and people are equal to life, but all I blurted out was a helpless sigh.

In this era when humans dominate the top of the biological chain, I still want to say that I miss the kitten Black Sister, my friend.