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Little black cat

Time: 2013-10-28 Source: Original Editor: Black Pencil Reading: Times

One day during the summer vacation, I went out to throw garbage, the door was not closed, and a kitten sneaked into my house.

That day, I returned home after throwing the garbage, and habitually took the water on the table to drink, and found a kitten at the foot of the table. I gently held it in my hand. This is a kitten that was born recently. It looks very thin. I think it was born from a neighbor's big yellow cat. So I brought a little black cat Ready to return to her home, after all, a junior high school student does not have much time and energy to take care of a poor little black cat. As soon as she walked to her door, I heard a conversation from their family:

"Mom, what about the big yellow cat with so many cat babies?"

"Throw it away. Keep it is waste."

As soon as I heard this, I rushed home with the little black cat. I thought: since they do n’t love cats, why not take a big yellow cat for sterilization or do n’t send a big yellow cat early. So I brought the little black cat home.

Mom and Dad have no complaints, but I have made it difficult. How can such a small cat be raised, should I feed milk, bathe it in cold or hot water, and buy a chain to tie it up. For first time cat owners, the process is really troublesome and complicated.

Watching the little black cat grow up day by day, eating more and more food, and seeing me and my family occasionally make meowing voices, and when I read or write, I will climb up to the table, getting more and more naughty, there is a saying in my heart Not happy. Sometimes I also say to my parents: Look, how beautiful the little black cat is!

When she grew up, she began to like to scurry around. When I go out to throw garbage, when I go for a walk after dinner, it always follows my feet quietly. So I have a habit of taking it out when you have time. Every time, it ran out and was held back by me. Just one day, the little black cat was lost. When he found me, I went back and forth, looking again and again. But, yes, it was as if I was standing in front of a large, thick glass, and the little black cat was at the other end of the glass. I eagerly searched, it took a leisurely walk. I knew I was facing each other at the same time, and the result must have been my defeat.

Maybe the little black cat wants to go to a place where the vitality is boiling, but even if it is a fire pit with no abyss, will it also go? Even if it is burned to ashes, it will also go? This is the kind of state of frustration . The little black cat did not return as scheduled, perhaps this is the meaning of parting. I think the plenary should come, the one who should go will go, and nothing will last forever.

Summer is gone, so the hot and restless mood stops. On a Saturday afternoon, I went out for a walk and saw three or four children surrounded by each other, talking babblely. An uneasy mood began to jump. I trot over, and they turned around this dead cat. That's my cat, my little black cat! One of the children said, "I killed this cat, and I called there early in the morning." The little black cat also had blood on his body, and the wound was crusted. , But there are still disgusting flies dancing around the little black cat like a lunatic. I want to kick him hard, but my sanity can control myself. I just said as flatly as possible: "Slut, what do you think you are?" Then, as in the scene when I first met the little black cat, I gently held it up.

I placed the little black cat next to a bunch of flower vines and covered it gently with fresh grass. I stood beside it for a while, but those short ten minutes were longer than a day. It turned out that only those who stood and waited on the site would know how to stand with their legs bent for a long time.

There was no snow that summer, but my memory was cold.

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