I have a cat called Little Flower

South River North River

2021/10/30

When I was young, there were rats in the house. There are warehouses and shelters, and sometimes rats fight in the shed, squeaking and squeaking, frightening people from sleeping.

In order to rectify the rat infestation in the family, the father brought a small milk cat from someone else's house. It is said that it is a small milk cat, but in fact it has been weaned, with a slender body, large ears and a small head, very thin and weak, and a serious lack of nutrition. Black and white, the shoulder blades are obviously protruding from a piece, the fur on the body is fluffy and soft, and the number of ribs can be felt. The four cat's paws are white, the tip of the tail is white, the head is mostly white, the mouth and eyes are black, especially the mouth, as if to hide something, wear a black mask.

A small male cat that doesn't look likable at first glance. Don't look at it thin and weak, the possessiveness of food and the strength of food protection are extremely strong, just came to my house, it made a whimpering and hegemonic sound at a bowl of corn rice, its eyes were showing a fierce light, and the embarrassment of not having eaten a full meal in eight lifetimes was exposed.

My mom and dad gave me the task of catching some small fish to feed the kittens when I wasn't in school, so that I could raise them up smoothly. This is a method of learning from the lessons learned from the previous unsuccessful cat breeding, most of the previous cats died when they were raised to half a year old, and there was a rat that was poisoned by people after being raised.

Fishing is an errand I love to do. In the past, fishing was always sneaky to fish, but now there is a legitimate reason to go fishing generously, not to mention having such a dead party as a small flower cat.

The first time I ate the small fish I caught, the kitten was obviously much closer to me. It would its black rod and white-pointed tail towards me, and from time to time it would rub its head twice to kill.

The second time I eat the little fish I catch, it becomes my heel worm, and as soon as it sees me pick up the rod, it will follow, and wherever I go, it will follow.

One day I suddenly had a whim and went fishing in the river with me. Good fellow, seeing that the fish is hooked, it is more excited than people, the pupils of the eyes are obviously enlarged several times, the eyeballs are protruding, staring closely at the arc of the fish, the hook has not been taken off, and most of the fish has already pounced into its mouth.

Take it fishing with you, hold it when crossing the river, and sometimes deliberately tease it and throw it into the shallow water of the river. Experiments have proved that cats can also swim, but swim not far. Watch it creep on the shore, eyes fixed on the fish floating, serious and really cute, not to mention how happy.

Throughout the summer, under my careful care, the kittens have obviously grown and grown stronger, the hair on the body has become colored, lively and active, and they have begun to be naughty outside at home, climbing holes, climbing trees and climbing walls, sneaking up chickens and ducks, and their curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes they are actually threatening the sparrows and swallows under the eaves.

It's very close to me. When I was writing my homework, it would lie down on the books and had to let me hold it a few times; when I was eating, it would crouch beside me, looking at me miserably, longing for me to give it a little food; when it slept, it would be at the side of my head, even to burrow into my bed, and it would make a grunting sound in its throat, and it would succeed every time, especially on a rainy day. Sometimes it sleeps on its arm, furry and very comfortable. Sometimes it would deliberately sneak up on me, jumping up from the top of the cabinet and jumping on my shoulder, the confirmation of that trust firm and swift.

Gave it a name — Little Flower.

Slowly, the fish I caught could no longer meet the needs of its stomach, and its independence was revealed, no longer sticking to me anytime and anywhere, but began to patrol the territory in front of and behind the house.

In the autumn, the family began to harvest corn in the yard. Suddenly out of the corn heap came a huge rat. How big is it? It has never been surpassed in my memory. Its body length and small flowers are about the same, even one size larger, and it is really fat, and its whole body is shiny with oil, gray-black light.

"Giant rats, mo eat my millet, three-year-old Guanru, Mo I am willing to take care of", this huge rat was bitten by my dog, and jumped on the nearly two-meter-high courtyard wall and frantically escaped. Just when we couldn't do anything about it, the little flower came out! Only to see it take off in the air, accurately landed behind the giant rat, bit the back cervical vertebrae of the giant mouse, and then fell off the courtyard wall with the giant rat, and fell on the bluestone slab under the courtyard wall together, and clearly heard a "bang" sound. Xiaohua did not seem to be affected, quickly got up, and dragged the giant rat to the house.

For half an hour or so, the rat was pressed by the small flower in the gap under the cabinet and did not move, and did not let go until it was confirmed that the giant rat was reimbursed, and the small flower let go, and squirmed next to the dead mouse for a while, estimated to be tired.

The rat's head was eaten by the small flower, and the rest let me dig a pit and bury it in the dung heap.

This seemingly ordinary successful hunting operation has since completely changed the "cat life" of the small flower, from the small flower to the big flower, from the milk cat to the cat bully, the open and hanging cat bully life has struck.

Xiaohua began her own schedule: day and night. At night, there was no trace, and it was dark before returning. When I came back, I went to the cat bowl to eat and drink, and then licked off the dirt on the paws with that barbed tongue, and then they found me, and began to sleep next to me, sleeping on all fours, sleeping like a god, that is called incense. Since it ate the rat, I would not let it into the bed, and it was also interesting, committed to its feet, and it was a sleep.

Xiaohua's figure was obviously thicker, and her dependence on her family was significantly reduced, and she even ignored me. For the playful fight I took the initiative to invite, it would respond with a sharp combination of cat punches and quickly withdraw from the scene, ignoring the damage caused to my limbs.

According to the mother's judgment, the rats in the barn and the house should be extinguished, because there is no rat in the corn barn in the barn;

The neighbor of the neighbor came to report: Your cat can really catch rats, and our family has not seen rats for many days!

The neighbors in the front street backyard also came to praise: Your cat is industrious enough, and I will cure my family's rats!

In just 3 months of effort, Xiaohua wiped out all the rats with a radius of about 500! The mother accepted the praise of the neighbors, and every time she lost no time in instructing: You must not drug again, do not let the cat eat poison by mistake.

"Can't no, then what can we do, we want to feed it meat can't eat it, rest assured, just like my cat!" Neighbors said.

Throughout the winter, the size of the little flower has become more and more strong, chubby, oily and slippery. At the New Year, with the scale, nine pounds and eight two, a giant Mac cultivation success.

People love to say what they want, love to say what they want, the little flower is still going their own way, still lying day and night.

In February and August, the cat barked. It is estimated that in the spring of that year, Xiaohua should have harvested love, because every night, the cat in front of the house and behind the house screamed fiercely, and the old people said that the cat called spring. With her own skills and fat meat, Xiaohua will definitely get her wife.

After the farm is busy, the family hatches the chicks and occupies the hot kangtou. Xiaohua is estimated to be deeply unhappy with the drift to kang to sleep a little, and the old hen who hatched the egg was vigilant and the hateful eyes stared at Xiaohua vigilantly, which made Xiaohua jealous and went down to the ground.

After walking for many days and not returning, the day after the old hen led the chicks to the ground, the little flower returned. When he returned, he had a two-foot-long flower snake in his mouth, the kind of snake that the locals called pheasant neck. This act frightened the mother, so frightened that "the hair stood up".

The snake that the little flower had brought back was still alive, and the thumb was thick. Xiaohua will throw it on the kang to play, one will throw it to the ground to play, the snake will also cooperate, one will be confused, one will be awake, one will lie on the ground and not move, one will stand up again, and the long neck will be erected, and the tongue will spit out of the mouth. When the old mother entered the house to get matches under the kang mat, she almost touched the snake and sat on the ground. When he woke up, he picked up the broom and beat it, and the snake was also killed, and the little flower was also beaten away.

After a week, people kept coming to my mother to complain:

"Fourth aunt, your cat eats chicken cubs, and it has plagued my family with more than a dozen";

"Auntie, your cat has eaten up my newly hatched chicks";

"Old Chen, it's really your cat, eating chicken cubs to the head of the tunzi"...

It seems that the cat has eaten all the rats and started eating chicken. This problem must be cured, and the father and mother have summed up the whole thing, and they must punish Xiaohua. Take advantage of the small flower to eat when it grabbed it, wrapped it with a rope, put the chicken cub to the mouth of the little flower, as long as the little flower has the impulse to open her mouth is a violent beating, so that the little flower sees the chicken and hides, and the soul is scattered.

Xiaohua was beaten up, honestly, and learned to be obedient. The tun did stop, and I never heard of the chicken cub being eaten by a cat again. The little flower is not far away, but it is not energetic, not excited.

On rainy days, a large pile of spare firewood was piled up in the open space of the kitchen. On rainy days, there are two roads, either drinking or sleeping. People at home are resting on the kang, just listening to the crackling in the kitchen, everyone thinks that Xiaohua found the rat, and in the grasp, Xiaohua whimpered and grabbed a yellow thing in the house. Oh mom, this is to catch Wong Tai Sin back! This paid off, the old father went down to the ground to pick up the small flower, and the small flower did not dodge, directly threw Huang Daxian on the ground and left. That Wong Tai Sin had already lost seven souls in five souls, and he had cried out for his life.

It is said that male cats can work and can do two years of good work, which is less than two years. This cat is a bit evil, even long worms and weasels dare to catch, this is a troublesome thing, the family can not keep. Father and mother totaled a night, did my ideological work, ready to send the small flowers away, sent to the people in a farther place, I cooperated, and the father was responsible for the specific implementation.

Use a sack to load the small flower, ride on the horse, walk more than ten kilometers, find a person who does not recognize, and give the small flower to others. Dad was so relieved, riding home on horseback, when he got home, he saw that The little flower had already arrived home! When she arrived home, Xiaohua was extremely vigilant and did not trust anyone, but she wanted to eat, and her cries were somewhat mournful, some aggrieved, and some miserable. My tears came down, complaining that my parents shouldn't have sent the cat away.

I mixed a bowl of corn rice with small miscellaneous fish, handed it to Xiaohua, watched it eat from a distance, drank another breath of water, and Xiaohua left on her own.

After walking for several days, the mother said that the little flower went up the mountain and may not come back.

One day at noon, Xiaohua returned, covered in blood, seriously injured, her right ear was torn through an opening, there were obvious scratches on her face, and her legs were limping, which made people feel sad.

Help it to simply deal with the wound, it looks like it is tired, do not eat or drink and start sleeping. Sleep is not long, the sky is dark.

Xiaohua opened a long autumn and a half winter recuperation mode at home, the door did not go out of the second door, ate and slept and ate, and the gods ignored it. The body is healthy and healthy, except for the opening in the ear that has not healed, the other parts have recovered, and the former style has returned.

The time came to three or nine days, and the sky outside was hard and cold, and the cold wind was biting. One evening, Xiaohua stood up from the kang, stretched out a big lazy waist, and then went down to the ground to eat, drink water, and wash her face carefully after finishing.

Then it started calling for doors. I opened the door and the little flower walked into the darkness.

In the middle of the night, the wind stopped, and the sound of two cats tearing was heard, the sound of life and death duel, the dull and decisive sound, the sharp and merciless sound.

Little Flower never returned. The next morning, in the woods north of my back street, the body of a mountain beaver was covered in blood, and several trees were covered with scratches from biting! The crime scene is complete, but no place for the little flower has been found.