My grandmother’s tabby cat can catch birds and fish

My grandmother’s tabby cat can catch birds and fish. My grandmother’s tabby cat can catch birds and fish. In winter, I caught two loaches and brought them home to eat, which made my mother very curious. I would also throw the snakes that I couldn’t finish eating into my uncle’s fishing net, which scared my uncle. The surrounding turtledoves and tits dare not call at the door of the house. It is fat because of the unlucky birds. It

was lost for three months this year. Not only did we think it was dead, but the surrounding birds also thought it was dead. Every morning, it hid in the trees around the house. But it came back safely, but it has lost a lot of weight. Recently, it has become fat again. I don’t know which unlucky people fed it.

When this guy is hungry, he will rub against my mother or my uncle and make that kind of delicate meow. It’s hard for a male cat to make a clip sound. When my mother calls it when it is not hungry, it will shake its tail or simply disappear.

It definitely understands human language. My mother told it that if you roll on the ground, I will feed it fish, and it will immediately turn its belly out for my mother to touch. But it doesn’t care about me, probably because I don’t feed it well…

Hey, someone actually saw it, so I’ll add something.

The big cat at my grandmother’s house (my mother and the others call that tabby cat) is vindictive but flexible. My mother was sick for a while two years ago, and I was not at home for school. My father worked in the next city. My mother lived with my grandmother so that it was convenient for my uncle and aunt to help her. According to my mother, probably no one taught her before. The big cat pooped and peed in the house, which made her dizzy. When she was cleaning, she slapped the big cat twice. The cat knew that it couldn’t solve physiological problems at home, but it hated my mother for beating it. From then on, it wouldn’t eat what my mother fed it, but it would eat the same thing when my grandmother gave it.

It was afraid that my mother had poisoned its food to death. The turning point was when my grandfather was in the hospital. My uncle took care of my grandfather, my aunt took my grandmother away to take care of her, and my mother went to take care of the chickens at home. The cat knew that it could only rely on my mother as a long-term meal ticket, so it began to please my mother. My mother found it very interesting and recorded a video for me to see. The sound and the action were really flattering.

Later, my mother and the cat made peace with each other and let my mother touch and hold it. When my mother and I went to visit my grandparents, my mother held the big cat in front of me and asked me to touch it. The cat seemed a little unhappy and struggled madly in my mother’s arms. My mother threatened it, “If you don’t let me touch you, don’t ask me for food.” The cat’s struggling action paused for a while, but it was still held by my mother and let us touch it obediently.

The big cat used to show off to people when it caught prey. Once it caught a big cuckoo, it took the prey to show off to my grandparents, but my grandparents were old and their eyesight was not good, so they leaned on a cane to see what the cat was holding in its mouth. Maybe it was scared by the cane, the cat’s mouth loosened a little, and the cuckoo flew away.

From then on, the cat never showed off its prey again.

The big cat also has its own social circle. My uncle likes fishing, and sometimes the big cat will call its stray cat friends to eat the fish entrails that people don’t want. The stray cat friends of the big cat are afraid of people and dare only watch from a distance. The big cat ran to my uncle’s side and called out twice, probably to tell his friends that it was safe here. But the cat still waited until we left before daring to go over. The

big cat’s mother is a beautiful orange and white cat, but unfortunately she was given away when the big cat and its brothers and sisters were three or four months old. Although my mother and uncle wanted to keep them, my grandfather didn’t like to raise a female cat, thinking that it was dirty and troublesome for a female cat to give birth to kittens. Because sometimes female cats will bring fish, birds and even half-dead mice home to teach kittens how to hunt, making the house smell fishy. I couldn’t persuade the old man, so I had to keep one of the little male civet cats, the big cat, and send the rest away.

The big cat was fickle, and brought at least three little female cats home for confinement. (My grandparents raised pigs when they were young, but they stopped raising pigs when they were old, and the pigsty was basically unused. The female cat and kittens lived in the abandoned pigsty.) My mother often teased my grandfather that a female cat would have one litter of kittens a year, while a male cat would have three litters a year.

The big cat has high IQ and EQ, and I have to worry if it will become a school bully when I send it to school.

When it hears that there is no fish, it gets a cat-like face.

Follow-up:

My mother was intercepted by the cat at noon, and blocked the cat’s door at night.

Cat: I don’t want to listen, you bastard.