My family used to have a yellow civet cat

My family used to have a yellow civet cat.

At that time, there were rats in the house, and there were rats on the thirteenth floor of the building. Rats in Shenzhen had practiced hard kung fu for 30 years after the reform and opening up. At that time, on the twelfth floor of my house, I watched rats climb up along the sewer pipe of the balcony, and tried everything. Rat poison clips were used to stick rat boards in cages, and once twenty rat boards were placed in a month to harvest 23 rats (four rats of different sizes were stuck at a time). With a clip, the first one is caught in the middle, the second one is only caught in the head, and the third one is only caught in the nose. Just escape when you miss it, and then you won’t be fooled again. The fried dough sticks and peanuts are dragged away. To say so much means that it can’t be solved, and one’s own family has killed the neighbor’s family.

Later, it developed into having children on the ceiling of the kitchen. In the middle of the night, the little mouse squeaked and ran around on the ceiling, which didn’t give a damn about you.

I didn’t want to have a cat, but my wife refused, but because the children were young and the environment was getting worse, I let go.

One day, I went downstairs to have breakfast with my children. I put a cardboard box in front of the rice rolls store where Ping went every day. After eating, I went out and asked the boss casually, saying that the kittens born by the big cat at home were given free of charge. His big cat was a free-range shop cat and was a professional rat catcher. The boss said that all the kittens born had actual combat experience, and he was a top expert and asked me if I wanted to get one.

So I put my head in the box, and at first sight I saw a little yellow raccoon beating its three brothers and sisters, which was a circle bigger than other kittens.

This one.

I told my boss that I wanted this one. The boss said someone wanted it. I said I wanted this one. The boss said that other kittens were the same color. I insisted on this one. Finally, I couldn’t stand it. The boss finally agreed.

In fact, based on my 40 years’ experience in raising cats, there is always a kitten in a nest that is the strongest, and a kitten that is the weakest. The strongest is the first born, and the weakest is often the last born. The strongest one can milk the most and eat the most, and it is also the one that the mother cat takes care of the most, and it is also the first one that is taken away from the nest. Even the strongest one can be twice as big as the weakest one after one and a half months. This is the only one I chose. Just look at it and give it away on the busy street. I know it’s not a fuel-efficient lamp when I’m bullying other kittens.

I took it home and went to work immediately. I thought that the cat with a palm-sized face was limited. Don’t be dragged away by my palm-sized mouse with martial arts. I’ll wait until I’m ready to raise some.

I didn’t expect the kitten to kill all sides when it first arrived. My two-year-old son was so happy when he saw the furry kitten that he chased it into the bedroom. I just wanted to remind him not to hurt the kitten. In a flash, he saw his fat son, who was 40 pounds younger, scurrying back and chasing a kitten the size of a hamburger behind him.

I kept it for a month. Although I didn’t catch it, I wasn’t dragged away by the mice. I just screamed loudly several times a day, until one day I suddenly found that the mice at home were quiet. Although the mice on the balcony water pipe didn’t stop practicing, they just didn’t come into my house.

After three months, I was basically a half-big cat, and I was able to go to all kinds of high places in my house. I heard the noise in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and then there was a shock. At first glance, the cat fell from the ceiling and stepped off a few pieces. It should be on the ceiling to kill the enemy. It was okay for the mouse to walk lightly on the ceiling, and the yellow raccoon dog that followed it collapsed.

In the next year, this brother will get nothing, but there will be no more rats in my house, and everyone will live in peace. Except for the acrobatic rats who watch the water pipe through the window every day, the yellow raccoon dog can be said to be eating and waiting for death, and it is often beaten several times because of rutting and urinating.

One day, when I went out, I met my next-door neighbor. We were square with four households in one staircase. When everyone was waiting for the elevator, a neighbor suddenly asked others if there were any rats in their homes recently. The other two households said that they had only seen rats strolling on the water pipes on the outer walls recently, but they didn’t come in. They were quite surprised. When they asked their neighbors on the upper and lower floors, the rats were still suffering, which seemed to be more serious.

When I came back, I added two handfuls of cat food to treat the yellow raccoon.

A few years later, I haven’t seen a mouse come in. Sometimes, I teased it that its deterrent technology was insufficient, and none of it was caught. A few nights later, there was a noise in the living room. When I turned on the light, I saw a mouse with a dozen centimeters in my mouth. I didn’t let go, but I said I wouldn’t give it to you. Finally, I said don’t play with the mouse, either let go or eat it. It seemed that it understood, and my cheeks strengthened. To tell you the truth, I heard with my own ears that the spine of the mouse, which was still struggling, crunched and stopped moving with the naked eye. Then the yellow raccoon gave me the dead mouse.

The yellow raccoon is the best cat I have ever seen in all these years. The two-meter door jumped up, fierce and clingy, but unfortunately it ran away in estrus.