When the shadow of the epidemic quietly loomed over the world, life seemed to be thrown into disarray, becoming somewhat dull and oppressive. It was an ordinary early morning. The sky was just dawning when I was roused by the alarm, getting ready to go for a driving practice. I thought it would be an uneventful day as usual, yet unexpectedly, the wheels of fate began to turn subtly, and a magical encounter was lying in wait for me.
As I dressed neatly and picked up the car keys to head out, a strange “wawawa” cry suddenly echoed in the corridor. The sound was sharp and somewhat shrill, resembling a cat’s meow but quite different from the familiar meows I was accustomed to. My curiosity was immediately piqued, and I involuntarily halted and opened the door to search for the source of the sound.
As I drew nearer, the sound grew clearer. Finally, in front of the door on the top – floor corridor leading to the rooftop, I beheld a small figure. It was a cat, but its appearance astounded me.
It was so emaciated that it was all skin and bones, its fur shorn unevenly, looking extremely frail in the cold winter. Its face was smeared with tear stains, its cheeks sunken deeply, and its eyes half – closed, devoid of vitality. The corridor was dimly lit, and it was like a little monster emerging from the darkness, huddled in the corner, shivering.
I tentatively extended my hand and approached it. Had it been another cat, it might well have fled in terror at this moment, but it merely stared at me quietly, showing no sign of evasion. I gently lifted it up, and it didn’t resist, merely emitting a few feeble cries, as if recounting its experiences to me.
Since I was in a rush to go for the driving practice, I didn’t have time to deliberate. I took it home and placed it in the bathroom, isolating it from the original cat in the house. I readied water and cat food for it. Watching it devour the food ravenously, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. After returning from the driving practice, I examined this little fellow carefully and discovered that it was a male. There were several wounds on its body, yet fortunately, there was no cat ringworm.
From that day on, my life became closely intertwined with this cat whom I named “Big Head”. I began to inquire everywhere to see who had lost a cat. In this old neighborhood, most of the neighbors knew one another, but after asking everyone, no one claimed Big Head. Half a month passed, and there was still no news. Thus, Big Head officially became a member of my family, and this magical encounter also marked the beginning of our story, inaugurating a journey filled with love and warmth.
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