Around this time last year, I picked up a little flower cat and brought her home. Her name is Little Mi.
When I first picked her up, because it was rather cold, she would snuggle into my arms and rub her face against me. But that wasn’t the most important thing.
My father was strongly against keeping her, and she knew it, so she never got close to him.
A month later, unexpectedly, she came into heat, and I had to send her downstairs. Of course, I was very reluctant. Because of my father, I gradually thought about giving up on her.
Who would have known that there would always be surprises. One day, my sister and I went for a walk, and at the gate of my sister’s school, we saw her. When we called her name, Little Mi, she turned around. She was so thin from hunger. She only ate cat food, and I wondered how she managed to survive outside. The shop aunt said she lived on the leftovers given by people. We reluctantly let Little Mi go and were about to go home.
Unexpectedly, she followed us. What was even funnier was that she was afraid of being discovered, so she hid under one car, then another, sneaking around until she reached the elevator entrance. My sister and I couldn’t bear it and picked her up and brought her home again. Later, she became close to the whole family.
Here are some little details:
She would go downstairs to play. Whenever we called her downstairs, no matter where she was, she would run to the unit door.
When it rained and thundered, she would lie on my stomach. When I woke up scared, I happened to see her looking lazy and comfortable. At night, she slept in my parents’ bedroom. God knows when she got there.
When my parents quarreled, she would comfort my crying mother.
She would also follow my father to the vegetable market to buy groceries.
Most importantly, when you were walking outside, suddenly a cat would come up and be very affectionate with you. That’s right, it was her.
Sometimes, I would say to her, “Little Mi, stay at home and play with me.” And she would stay at home and play with me.
She could also get angry. Once, a little black cat came to our house. I felt sorry for it and planned to keep it. I told her, “If you’re not good, I’ll keep the little black one.” Immediately, she swung her tail and went out. She didn’t come back for two or three days. No matter how much we called her, later she climbed up the stairs. We live on the fifteenth floor.
There are so many other things. Truly, this cat, who was like a dog, brought us a lot of joy.
Now she has grown into a big cat. Before, she always lay on my stomach, but now I can’t breathe after a while. She knows it herself, so she doesn’t always come up. She stays for a while and then goes down.
This is my Little Mi, always proud and a bit silly. Hahaha. I love my Little Mi. She is the most beautiful Dragon Li cat in my eyes.
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