My life was to be rescued and brought home
I am a pure domestic orange cat, with the park as my home, birds and mice. I'm four months old, my mom left me, I accidentally scratched and had difficulty foraging. Seeing a car coming, I walked over and was spotted by her. I looked at her pitifully, and she seemed to be moved by compassion and carried me to the car. It was so cool in the car, I was actually so hungry and wanted to eat. Alas, smelling some medicine, taking a shower, getting an injection, finally smelling food, I devoured it at once.
The next day, the owner brought back a bag of fish, which I thought was for me, and ended up putting it in a box, which I pulled and pulled and bit the bag. "Sister Head" and My Mother's appearance secretly photographed me, and still grunted for half a day, as if it were "Golden Princess" and "Fanta". This is my big name and nickname.
Video loading...
Be a self-disciplined cat – be scolded and chased
I'm in trouble today. I lay on my stomach in the refrigerator and jumped out of the table to be harshly criticized and taught a lesson by the mother-like man in the long skirt. Later, I followed her to the kitchen, and she yelled and drove me out, "Mom, those eyes are staring, the hands are dancing up and down, the sound can be heard on several floors, scared to death!" She said, "Fanta, you have to be a self-disciplined, non-gluttonous, moving and static cat." "Alas, in fact, I want to be myself, I want to eat, I want to sleep, I want to jump.
Happily, the fierce mother still gave me chicken breast and small fish today. It seems to be a knife mouth, tofu heart ah (ಡωಡ) hiahiahia! Hurry up Ming'er, I'll lie.
Screaming female voice — the feeling of blurred flesh and blood
Naughty as I am, the wound on the body is scabed, itchy, licking and scratching, even pulled off the scab, suddenly a wound was exposed, I was even frightened, a little dizzy.
Only a child's voice was heard screaming, looking for the sound, it was the sound of the sister's head. Then there was a rush of footsteps, a grunting sound, a phone call, the opening of the door... Alas, the noise is dead! Let me take a break.
After a while, the "sister head" and the mother returned, what was in their hands? A piece of plastic, and something with drugs.
What are they going to do? ......
