The cold air coming south seemed to be getting colder.
Yesterday was still a sunny day, but today the sky is raining heavily, not big, but densely like a tiny silver needle, pierced on passers-by who do not hit umbrellas.
Yesterday, Monday, two days off, today I went to a place near the unit to visit the stray cats.
There is a residential building near which there is a clearing downstairs with lush vegetation.
There are several stray cats here, and it's not clear how many, at least the most I've ever encountered is five.
They haunt the neighborhood, live, live a life that is undisturbed but disturbed.
Once, a mother cat with four milky kittens was seen playing in the bushes.
The mother cat was teaching the four baby cats foraging, dodging, climbing trees, and various survival skills.
Stray cats here don't actually go hungry because there are different people who take cat food to feed them.
When I arrived today, I saw several elementary school students passing by after class, teasing the sanhua cat.
The cat is very well-behaved, and it is very close to humans, because it is grateful that there are always good humans who bring food and water so that it will not go hungry.
It even rubbed the leg of the schoolboy with its head very flatteringly.
This three-flowered cat I have often encountered in the past, one ear was cut, proving that it was taken to be neutered.
Only to see her today and find that her body has become very thin.
It can be said that it is a skin wrapped bone.
A group of schoolchildren surrounded her, touching her hair with their hands and scratching her chin.
It looked up with great enjoyment and squinted its eyes, which it hadn't enjoyed in a long time.
It trusted these elementary school students so much that it even felt that it should follow one of them back to his house and live in his house.
In order to repay his gratitude, in his new home, he must work hard every day to sell cuteness, obedience, obedience, and solve problems for the master.
It is immersed in its own fictional fantasies.
At this time, a slightly fatter elementary school student suddenly became difficult.
He grabbed the whole body of the mother cat and shook it vigorously from side to side.
The other classmates laughed loudly.
The mother cat was a little frightened.
But it still didn't attack the little kid.
It just meowed a few times and said that the master didn't want this, and I was very uncomfortable.
It felt that as long as it said it, then the little child would stop being violent to it.
The children laughed even louder.
They looked at the uncomfortable look of the mother cat who was obviously uncomfortable and thought it was funny.
So the chubby little boy shook even harder.
At this time I had just come closer, and seeing all this, I said don't hurt it like this.
The children ignored me, and he stood up and grabbed the cat in the air, ready for an even more violent shake.
The mother cat was really scared this time.
It didn't quite understand why someone who had been so kind one second before suddenly attacked himself in the next.
Instinctively, it opened its mouth, revealing its fangs.
The little fat child was frightened, barked, and threw the cat the ground.
The mother cat screamed, burrowed into the plant, and hid far away.
It curled up in horror, shrinking its thin body into a smallest and smallest point.
It is afraid of being seen.
Its trust in strangers, in this moment, was gone.
The elementary school students walked away with a grin.
I walked over, and as soon as it saw me and heard me meow twice, it would immediately come out of nowhere, come to my feet, and rub my shoes.
Now, it looked at me with fear in its eyes, wary.
I tried to get closer, and it meowed and ran at high speed past my feet, running away with a puff of smoke.
It was starting to scare me too.
No, it's not me that it's afraid, it's human beings that it's afraid of.
It burrowed into the garbage heap in the distance and hid in the distance.
I continued to try to meow a few times, and it was still missing.
I'm not good enough to continue to bother it.
At this time, I suddenly saw a cow cat lying on the ground.
It lay there and the posture looked very, very comfortable.
Wrong!
I suddenly felt something was wrong!
Just so noisy, how come it didn't react at all?
How could it be motionless?
Take a closer look and see that its body has stiffened.
Its mouth was cracked, and many large green-headed flies stopped near its mouth and flew around.
It should be the father of the cat, because in the past days, he met him and played here with the four baby boys.
It had been living in this area in the past, sunny summer days, the sun penetrating the leaves and falling on its hair, and it lazily lay on the wall to sleep.
When it was alive, it always lay there lazily, looking at me, squinting its eyes, and occasionally yawning at me.
And now, it's dead, still maintaining its favorite position in the days it counted.
However, its body was stiff, and it no longer had that lazy anger.
It has lived its short life, it has left its children, just do not know where they went.
It was now lying stiffly on the grass, nothing more.
There are a lot of places nearby that are repairing roads and repairing. There was a kind uncle dressed in the clothes of a builder, who dug a pit next to it, shoveled it into the pit with a shovel, and buried it.
The wind was still blowing the leaves, and the sun was shining through the branches, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.
The road next to it is bustling with people, traffic is busy, supermarkets are full of people, and no one knows that there is a cow cat quietly in the vicinity, going to the cat star.
It's okay not to love, but please don't hurt.