There is a tabby cat in our community,hanging on a tree and unable to get down

There is a tabby cat in our community,hanging on a tree and unable to get down. I don’t know how strong the tabby cat is, but there is a stupid cat in our community, hanging on a tree and unable to get down. My child and I spread out our coats under the tree and shouted for it to jump down, but it didn’t move.

I sent a message for help in the joint group of property owners in the community, and someone said:

No need to save it, it is more flexible than a panda [rolling eyes and smiling].

I thought to myself, okay, but I still posted a photo of the cat hanging on the tree, because I saw that the cat’s tail was always tucked between its legs and it was shivering. Maybe it was just my illusion

or that person who said: Fuck.

There was no movement in the group

. A few days later, when I was walking my child in the community, I saw the cat again, but it was not on the tree, but on On a man’s shoulder. I didn’t notice it at first, but the man was very tall, had good clothes, and looked good from behind. The old lady took a closer look. There was something on his shoulder, but I couldn’t see it clearly. My child saw what I was looking at and started looking too. She said, “Mom, isn’t that the stupid cat we rescued that day when it couldn’t get down from the tree?”

I looked closely and it seemed to be the cat. The man seemed to have heard it, too. The man and the cat turned around and said,

“Well, the man looks good, but the cat looks a little stupid.”

The cat spoke first, and there was a hint of disdain in its not-so-bright eyes. It seemed to recognize me and blame me for abandoning it.

The man also spoke, with a clear voice like a young man, but the tone was a little awkward. That… Thank you for that day…

Why thank me? I didn’t save the cat, so in the end, should I save the cat from the tree?

It seems that this person is the cat’s owner. It was hanging on the tree and against the light, and it looked pitiful. I thought it was a stray cat. Why would it run up the tree if it had an owner? But I have social anxiety, so I didn’t ask any more questions. I laughed and prepared to go home.

But my child refused and insisted on seeing the cat. I asked it why it was so timid and couldn’t get down from the tree. I also wanted to touch it with my hands, but I stopped it severely. The cat owner said, it’s okay, the furry child likes children very much, and wanted to take it down for the child to play. I used the excuse that the child had to go to class and took the child home. The child had wanted to raise a cat for a long time, but I didn’t want to serve a small animal. I had served her enough.

The man saw that the child was reluctant to leave and said that he would come to his uncle’s house to play when he was free. There was another cat at his uncle’s house. My child said, okay, thank you big brother, I will go when I am free on the weekend. .

I didn’t know that this child could talk so well for the cat, vomiting blood. . They actually made an appointment, let’s just go,

I thought, just make an appointment, we don’t know whose family it is anyway

. But they actually made an appointment, and even knew the house number. . . I have social phobia, but my child is a social genius. . .