Our cat is a female and the mother of 24 kittens. She’s the top cat within a hundred meters around.
Our place is just where she sleeps. Usually, when she goes out, there are two half-grown cats following her, her eldest son and her favorite daughter. They have two functions. When they encounter a young lady, especially one carrying kebabs or chicken chops, she’ll find a puddle and roll around in it until her fur stands on end, and then let the two kittens meow pitifully behind her.
You might turn down a stray cat, but who could resist a mother with two starving kittens?
In fact, though, this mother doesn’t even bother to look at sausages or regular cat food. She’s long been tired of canned cat food.
Another role of the two kittens is to fight. Any other female cat that dares to cause trouble on her territory, the two kittens will rush forward and attack.
She crouches behind, ready to pounce at any moment. The two kittens are the vanguard and she’s the anchor.
Most cats have never seen such a formation and will run away scared.
If they encounter a tough opponent and the two kittens can’t handle it, she steps in. If she can’t win either, she comes back to me…
More than once, I’ve gone out with a broom to help her settle disputes in her “cat world”.
This is her, this character.
She seldom comes home and barely pays attention to me.
But when I go out at night, she must follow me all the way. If my hands get cold when I go out to buy cigarettes, she’ll lie on my hand and use her belly to warm it.
She has wiped out all the mice within a kilometer. Sometimes she shares the prey, and sometimes she just plays with them until she’s bored and throws them away herself.
I like to collect feathers for my armor hobby. I don’t know where she brought back white pigeons and quails from (there’s a nearby market).
When she meets a handsome tomcat, she’ll directly bring him home to “meet the parents”. When I’m not around, she’ll even bring a tomcat back for some, well, you know…
She’s just like a rebellious daughter in an American TV series.
Just the ones I’ve seen her bring home to show me, there have been four or five. There were pure white ones, quiet and gentle like scholars.
There was also a tall and strong one with half an ear missing, scarred and tattooed, a real tough guy who’d even bare his teeth at people.
And there was a silly foreigner, a British Shorthair Blue, that she somehow abducted. It was so timid and ran away so fast that I couldn’t take a picture.
If she were a human, she’d be a bold and passionate, brave and resourceful, righteous yet unruly, wandering hero, a carefree and unconventional female knight.
Anyway, I feel like I don’t even live as freely and transparently as she does.
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