Slowly, my tabby cat grew up and it can be said to be quite powerful.

Slowly, my tabby cat grew up and it can be said to be quite powerful.

When I was five or six years old in kindergarten, my mother said she would bring me a kitten home. I asked my mother every day after school when the kitten would be brought home. Every time, my mother said that it had not been weaned yet, but I still asked every day.

Later one day, my mother told me that I could go get the kitten, and then rode a bicycle with a small chair tied to the crossbeam of the bicycle, and took me to the next village. I first went to the health center to get a cardboard box, then put the kitten in it, hung it on the handlebars and took it home. The little yellow cat, a golden orange cat, has not lost its fetal hair, and meows very cutely. It has been more than 20 years and I still remember it clearly.

Later, I held the kitten every day to play, as soon as I got home from school, and when I went out to play, I held it. Finally, one day, the kitten disappeared, and my mother said that the kitten ran away.

I was very sad, and my sister and I looked everywhere for it, but we couldn’t find it. About a week later, I was playing with my neighbor’s brothers. I watched them play table tennis and talked about my missing kitten. They pointed to a family and told me that they had just picked up a yellow kitten. I went over and called through the door. Maybe it was fate. He also called through the door. I was worried about what to do. What if the family didn’t admit that it was my cat? I pushed the door and it was not closed. The kitten appeared in front of me. Meow! I was still doubting whether it was my kitten. After all, kittens look similar.

The neighbor’s brother encouraged me to take it away quickly. I ran all the way home and found that there was a collar on the kitten’s neck. My sister and I cut it open with scissors. When my mother came home and saw the kitten, she was a little shocked, but she didn’t say anything. Many years later, I understood her expression at the time, and my mother also let it slip that the kitten didn’t run away. She saw that I was holding the cat every day and was afraid that the cat would bite me, so she secretly sent the cat away. Slowly

, my orange cat grew up. The old lady in her 90s at my friend’s house told me that it was a male cat. In my family’s two houses, Daju began to show his terrifying hunting ability. Sparrows, frogs, and mice were seen almost every day.

At that time, the mouse problem was very serious. The mice of the two houses visited each other, ran back and forth from the gutter, and climbed up the ceiling along the TV antenna.

Daju in my house could catch mice every day. Every night, I heard the sound of jumping up and down. He was hunting and playing with mice in the palm of his hand.

Many relatives and neighbors borrowed him to catch mice.

Later, he decided to wander around. The night before he left, he killed all the mice in the house. Grandma told me that they were neatly arranged in a row, with blood at the corners of their mouths. I said I wanted to see it, but grandma didn’t let me, saying it was too bloody.

Then Daju never appeared again. He was gone.

Grandma also passed away later.