My seventy-year-old mother doesn’t want to have a cat anymore.

How can I say that my mother, who is over 70 years old, is no longer willing to keep a cat

? Anyway, my mother, who is over 70 years old, is no longer willing to keep a cat because of the cat that died nearly 70 years ago.

In the mid-to-late 1950s, there were no pet cats in the countryside. They were all “local cats”, that is, the Chinese-specific tabby cats.

My second grandfather asked someone for a kitten and gave it to his most beloved niece, my mother. My mother was only about 10 years old at the time and treated the cat as a treasure. It is natural for rural cats to catch mice, and there are no more mice in the house. However, what my mother can’t forget is that this cat can actually catch fish! In the 1950s, there was a lack of meat in the countryside. This cat would bring a fish home every now and then and put it in front of my mother-in-law, so the family had fish to eat, and the cat ate some fish heads and bones.

After so long, my mother began to suspect that the cat was going to steal fish. She followed it quietly and found the direction the cat went, and then set up ambushes on the way the cat ran, wanting to know where the cat got the fish from. Finally, in front of a big pond, the cat stopped running and squatted on the shore, motionless. Suddenly, it jumped up and rushed into the water. After a while, it grabbed a fish and brought it ashore. After shaking off the water on its body, it ran home in one breath. While running, the cat put the fish down and looked back. Its little owner, my mother, caught up with it. It picked up the fish and continued to run home…

My mother recalled that when she returned home, she was only ten years old at the time. She took a kitchen knife to chop the fish and feed it to the cat, but the cat didn’t eat it and turned away.

Later, because my father-in-law supported the construction of the inland, the whole family moved inland, and the cat couldn’t be taken away. It could only be left to my second uncle’s family. But no matter who fed the cat water or food, it would not eat. My second uncle loved the house and the people in it. He went down to the pond to catch fish and came back. The cat didn’t even look at it, and lay quietly at the door.

After two days, the cat suddenly left. My second uncle searched for a long time before finding the cat in front of the pond where my mother peeked at it catching fish. It was still lying quietly on the shore. When I caught it, the cat ran away again as soon as I turned around, still lying by the pond, refusing to eat or drink, and starved to death.

My second uncle later told my mother about this cat, and my mother said that she cried so hard at that time. So from then on, I would never keep a cat.

Every time! Every time! When I go back to my hometown, I will definitely stand by a pond for a while, sigh, and then go home. My mother pointed to a place and told me that her old cat was lying at this place and starved to death. She also told me that when it was cold, her cat would get into the bed early and warm up my bed first. When I got into the bed, it would arch to the other end and cover my feet…

So now my mother has no feelings about my desire to raise a dog, a bird, or a flower, but I can’t mention raising a cat, otherwise my mother will react very excitedly and won’t allow it… I hope that after my children take the college entrance examination and accompany me back to my hometown to retire, they can give me another cat.