In my colorful life, there is a special member. It is like a bright star, illuminating every corner of my ordinary days. It is my beloved cat.
This cat has a unique personality. Although it looks cold on the outside, in fact, its temper is extremely good. It doesn’t really like being held, but whenever I really can’t resist the urge to hug it, it will always patiently give me enough time to satisfy my desire, and then gently show its protest. Its appearance is extremely cute. Every move of it makes me deeply fascinated, and I love it to the core.
The interactions between the cat and family members are very interesting. When traveling by car, it will lie dizzily on my mother’s lap, seeking warmth and comfort, just like a little baby in need of care. When it educates its son, Monchhichi, it shows great dignity, as if telling Monchhichi what is right and what is wrong. It has a big head and looks very cute, so I always affectionately call it Big – Head Baby. When going out to play, it is always the most leisurely one, exploring the surrounding world leisurely, as if everything has nothing to do with it, yet it is curious about everything.
I still remember once, I took it to watch a movie secretly. It was extremely well – behaved and stayed quietly aside, as if it was also attracted by the plot of the movie. When it was tired from playing, it would find a place to lie down and relax to its heart’s content. Its lazy appearance made people laugh. When it first met its future “wife”, it pretended not to care, but I clearly saw a glimmer of curiosity and shyness in its eyes.
It has a special love for yogurt. Interestingly, it never competes with its son Monchhichi for food, always showing the generosity of a parent. On weekdays, it plays with Monchhichi with a stick, chasing each other and having a great time. The loving licks between them show their deep affection. For it, that small stick is almost its only spiritual pursuit. As long as there is a stick, it can play to its heart’s content. Moreover, it always gives way to its son. In front of Monchhichi, it is both a strict parent and a gentle guardian.
Recalling its growth process, from sleeping sweetly against my mother when it had no children, to later going through the stage of being forced to be a father, the cat’s life has undergone huge changes. When it first became a father, its mental state was obviously not as good as before. To let it relax, I sent it to a friend’s house. After two months of carefree days, it returned home and saw its growing son Monchhichi. The scene was both warm and a bit complicated. Monchhichi had already regarded the home as its territory, and it quickly adapted to all this and got along harmoniously with its son. However, occasionally it would fall into sadness, perhaps recalling the carefree days of the past.
Once, its curiosity was so strong that it couldn’t be contained. It would explore anything new. When playing hide – and – seek, its clever appearance was always hard to figure out. When blowing bubbles, it would be attracted by the colorful bubbles and run around the house chasing the bubbles. It is very sensible and always thinks that as long as my mother is happy, it’s okay. At that time, its weight was just right. I could easily pick it up and go shopping. It didn’t resist and stayed obediently in my arms, looking around the outside world curiously. It doesn’t like beautiful clothes. Every time I put clothes on it, it will show a helpless expression, which makes people laugh. When taking a bath, although it’s not very willing, it will cooperate obediently. Its wronged look makes people feel both distressed and funny.
The existence of this cat has made my ordinary days no longer ordinary. It strings together every bit of my life in its unique way, making every day full of meaning. If there really is an Aladdin’s lamp, I would use one wish for it. I just hope it can always be lively and healthy, overcome its occasional laziness, and always accompany me, continuing to bring me endless love and joy. I am greedy and hope it can accompany me for a long, long time. Even though it’s not realistic for it to live to 30 years old, I only wish it not to get sick, not to have leg pain, and to be happy every day. It will always be my little treasure and the most precious existence in my life.
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