I once raised a mountain cat. Cats that go up the mountain are called mountain cats (2)

I once raised a mountain cat. Cats that go up the mountain are called mountain cats (2). I returned home on the third day and took the cat on a car ride for several hours.

My mother said, let’s give the cat a name.

I thought about it and said, it’s a mountain cat, so let’s call it Sanli because it sounds the same.

My mother didn’t have any objections and agreed.

I think it will run away sooner or later. Even if it loses a leg, a cat is still a cat.

Sanli understands human nature and has a strong learning ability. My mother loves cats but doesn’t like to keep them. Because the cats she had raised before all urinated and defecated everywhere, especially under the bed, which was difficult to clean, leaving the whole house full of indescribable smells. My mother

was afraid that the cat would run under the bed, so she found a rope and tied it into a knot like a leash, and tied the other end to the window. She also found two boxes, one with old clothes and the other with sand, to serve as its nest and toilet.

At first we were worried that it wouldn’t be able to use it, and it would be easier to clean up with the rope to limit its range of movement. However, we all underestimated its intelligence. Sanli quickly learned the concept of “toilet”. After two or three times, he never defecated anywhere.

Sanli was originally a wild cat and should not be friendly to people. But he loved to get close to me. When he saw me approaching, he rubbed my ankle, and then he lay on the ground on his side and asked for petting. Sanli is big, with beautiful fur, and it feels great to pet.

He likes to lie on my legs. I moved a stool to sit by the bed and held Sanli to pet him from time to time. On the windowsill are the flowers that my mother grows – it’s a coincidence that cats and plants don’t get along well, but Sanli never harms my mother’s flowers and is always very careful when going up to the windowsill. When the sun is good outside the window, it can shine on my legs. I don’t know if Sanli is enjoying the sun or enjoying petting his fur. He squinted his eyes and purred comfortably.

It was really a beautiful afternoon.

Sanli’s broken leg was not saved after all. It gradually weathered away and the hair was gone. Only the bones that were bent inward because of walking with hooked feet and the dry skin attached to the bones were left. Later, I thought about sawing it off to avoid delaying its walk, but I was afraid that the noise would hurt it, so I didn’t do it.

The cat stayed at my house for less than a month, and I left for school. Later, my mother often sent me photos of it. Sanli was still fat and strong, and looked energetic.

Later, one day, my mother called me and said that Sanli always squatted by the window and looked outside. I subconsciously looked at the green spring scenery outside the dormitory window.

The spring is warm and the thaw is coming, and Sanli also wants to see the flowers blooming.

I said, then open the window, it will leave if it wants to.

Mom agreed. Two days later, she told me that she opened the window when Sanli squatted in front of the window, and Sanli jumped out and ran away. I hummed, not surprised. It

was still cold when I let it out, and I told my mother to open the doors and windows often. If Sanli’s broken leg made it difficult for it to hunt, it could come back at least. Three days later, Sanli really came back, but it was not because of hunger, but because its fur was still beautiful. It walked around the house, ate a meal, and ran away again.

After that, I never heard of Sanli again.

When I went home during the summer vacation, Sanli was mentioned unintentionally during dinner. Mom said that it came back once more.

It was about half a month after Sanli left. Mom came home from work and saw a big civet cat squatting at the door of my house and looking inside. After a closer look, she saw the broken leg and realized it was Sanli. Sanli had lost a lot of weight and looked very haggard. Mom took a tentative step forward, thinking of taking it back to the house to feed it something. But Sanli was very alert. When he heard the sound, he looked back. I don’t know if he recognized his mother, and then he went into the dry grass and disappeared.

Since then, we have never seen Sanli again.