My tabby cat is called MiaoMiao.
I raised it in 2007. At that time, I didn’t know it was called a tabby cat. I named it a black tabby cat, named Meow Meow (my father picked it up from the garbage dump on the roadside. It was thin and small at the time, dying, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a male or a female. I thought it was a female from its cry, but it was actually a boy).
I feed it three times a day. He doesn’t eat much and is not picky about food. He eats whatever the dog eats at home. After a few days of rest, he recovered and gradually got along well with the dog. At that time, my family lived next to a forest farm. There were many mice, and the dog also chased and bit them, but the efficiency was not high, and the mouse infestation was rampant. I occasionally complained about him, saying that you are professional at acting like a spoiled child, but why are you so amateur at catching mice?
My mother is a Buddhist, saying that he will eventually get it, and he is still young now. After saying that, I cut a small piece of the meat that was gnawed by the mouse and threw it to him. The dog shared a large piece. After eating, he came to grab his piece, but was beaten by his claws.
It seemed that night, the family was watching TV, and suddenly he jumped in from the window, holding a big rat in his mouth! His body was as big as my palm, and he walked past us with a fierce look, as if he was being inspected, and then he dived under the bed and gnawed it with a crackling sound. From then on, there were no more rats in the house, and the dog also focused on watching the house.
It was so peaceful. Two years later, he grew from less than one pound when he came to a big cat of ten pounds, tall and strong, and this cat can’t be fattened. Walking at home, his tail was raised high, looking arrogant. I didn’t like him, and he didn’t get close to me.
The turning point came one evening. As mentioned earlier, we lived in a forest farm. One day, a cobra crawled into the kitchen from nowhere and hid in the corner. Mom went to the kitchen to prepare cooking, and he followed to pick up some scraps of meat to eat. Suddenly he screamed, and then rushed into the kitchen before his mother, and screamed and scratched beside the coal pile. My mother felt something was wrong, turned on the light, and saw a snake coiled beside the coal pile, confronting him. My mother quickly retreated and called the village snake catcher to have someone come and catch the snake. The cobra was at least 1.5 meters long, with multiple injuries on its head. My mother checked it for a long time and was relieved when she found no wounds. From then on, the sofa had an exclusive cushion for him. In the past, he always slept together with the dog, and he was not allowed to go on the sofa. He was also sensible, he didn’t steal things on the table, and he didn’t go on the sofa or bed. After getting the cushion, he loved to lie on it, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
Later, he was kidnapped by a wild cat in the forest farm. He would occasionally come back to ask for food, and he was always skinny. He would rest at home for about half a month, eat a few meals and leave. After this happened several times, we moved out of the forest farm due to demolition, and we never saw him again.
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