The tabby cat I raised when I was a child was definitely better than any other cat (1)
Speaking of cats, the one I raised when I was a child was definitely better than any of your cats.
At that time, my family had just built a new house. When we moved into the new house, we also had a problem: there were too many mice. Sometimes, as soon as we entered the door of the warehouse, mice would scatter in groups of three or two. It happened that a female cat in my classmate’s family had given birth, so I went to my classmate’s house after school that day to catch a kitten that had just been weaned. At that time, I picked the best-looking one, which was a pure tabby cat with a little white pattern in its fur. It was the only one among the five kittens that had a little white pattern.
When it was first caught in my house (in its infancy), it cried all night, which made me hate it a little, but later it became docile. My mother even cooked millet porridge for it for a few days because it had just been weaned and was afraid that it would not be able to bear eating anything else. During that period, I hugged it to sleep every day, and I especially liked its snoring.
When it grew up a little (childhood), it fully demonstrated its skills, guarding the warehouse to catch mice every day. At first, it was small, and the mice it caught were only the size of a little finger. Every time it caught a mouse, it would hold it in its mouth and run to show off to us. Then it put the little mouse in the corner. The little mouse was probably scared and huddled there, not daring to move. It would use its claws to poke the little mouse.
The little mouse was frightened and wanted to escape, but it was held down by its claws, and then bitten in its mouth or thrown into the air and caught, until the little mouse was dying before eating it. Once I came home from school and was doing my homework, my mother came over and laughed and told me that she was cleaning the warehouse and saw 20 or so mouse heads neatly stacked under the shelf where the grain was stored. I ran to take a look, and it was indeed neatly arranged, with rows of mouse heads facing up. Was it a military parade?
When it reached adulthood (youth), it was now strong and had shiny fur. At this time, its naughty nature was revealed. Every day when I was doing my homework on the table, it would jump onto the table and sit on my homework book. If I chased it away, it would sit on the edge of the homework book, staring at the pen I was using to do my homework, and then use its claws to poke the pen in my hand. Sometimes I would play with it for a while, but most of the time I would coax it away. My mother’s wool ball at home would be messed up by it if I wasn’t careful. Every now and then, my mother would pull me and stretch my hands to help her rewrap the wool ball.
As long as Wangcai at home is tied up, it will quietly walk to the top of the dog house, hook out its claws and quickly slap Wangcai and then quickly escape. Wangcai has been bullied by it many times. Wangcai will not respond after being slapped twice, so it will do it again and again until Wangcai’s patience reaches its limit and jumps up to bite it. But it can’t bite it, so it can only look up and roar at Hua Mi squatting on the wall (by the way, I named it Hua Mi, because we call cats Mi Mi, so white cats are Bai Mi and black cats are Hei Mi).
The most chaotic time at home is when Wangcai unties the dog leash. Maybe Wangcai has a trauma in his heart from being bullied by it. Once he is released, Dayou and Hua Mi will fight to the death, chasing from the yard to the chicken coop, from the chicken coop to the sheep pen, and from the sheep pen to the wall. It is really a mess. Sometimes when they were having a good time, my parents would come out and scold them, but Wangcai would be very obedient, hanging his head and whining as he went back to the kennel. Only Huami looked nonchalant, stretching lazily on the wall, lying there with his tail wagging back and forth, meaning that if he didn’t obey, he could come and hit me on the wall…
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