When we lived in the yard, there was a serious rat infestation. I brought a newly weaned Dragon Li kitten from my friend’s house. It could hardly walk steadily, but it killed a mouse even longer than itself that very night. When it grew up, not only rats, but even ordinary dogs would detour when they saw it. It would beat up anyone it met.
Its greatest hobby was to neatly hang the dead mice on the wall or place them at the door, just like the ancient custom of building victory monuments. My father had a butcher friend whose house was infested with rats. He prepared a basin of mutton to invite my cat over.
By then, it was already an eleven-year-old senior cat, but it still showed no sign of weakness. It killed eleven rats that night and placed them one by one at the door. Everyone who passed by praised it! It wiped out almost all the rats in the neighborhood in a week and then came back home. It passed away peacefully at the age of seventeen, and it even had its achievements a week before its death.
I was a bit startled by everyone’s enthusiasm. Let me add some more of its stories for you.
As a working cat, it was undoubtedly perfect. But as a pet, it was completely unqualified. It wouldn’t let anyone touch or hold it. Whoever tried to pet it would get beaten up, and it really meant it with its claws. It would go out for three to five days and not come back. When it came back starving, it would curse at you. If you were late in feeding it, it would also hit you. Instead of being like a typical owner and pet relationship, I think the relationship between me and it was more like that of Jimmy and Brother Jiaqian. Even our looks were somewhat similar.
Moreover, its ability to cause trouble was first-class. If it couldn’t go out when it rained, it would tear up the house. When it went out, it would beat up dogs. There was a gentle big white dog next door that it beat up so badly that when the dog saw me, it would look at me with teary eyes, really crying.
Because it wasn’t neutered, almost every one or two years, it would bring back a pregnant female cat to freeload. I didn’t even know if they were its kittens. It was nice to the female cats. When it was time to eat, the female cats ate first and it ate the leftovers. If the female cat was in a bad mood and slapped it twice, at most it would just twist its butt and climb up the wall to hide. It didn’t show any of the fierceness it had towards me. I still had to take care of the pregnant and nursing cats and find new homes for the kittens. Looking back now, it was really a mess.
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