Simba, my British shorthair cat, first got a cat when he was nine years old. The cat looked very much like Black Cat Sheriff, with a dark back, snow-white limbs, belly and mouth. I took him home on the seventh day after he was born, and he was fed with milk and soup. He had a very good relationship with me. Whenever I had a fight with my classmates, he would rush to protect me.
Every day after school, I would ride my bicycle with a wooden stick on the back and put him in the basket, and go out to fight with those geese and wild cats. I remember one time, when I was doing homework in the room, he rushed in and called me and turned around. I picked up the stick and rushed out. Outside, a large cat looked at us arrogantly. I knew that he must have been beaten by the big cat. Without saying anything, we chased the cat for a long, long time, but we couldn’t catch up and went back regretfully. What is deeply saddening is that more than a year later, he went out to play at night as usual and never came back.
Although nearly twenty years have passed, every time I think of that year, my heart still surges with sadness and longing…
Seeing Simba was an unexpected surprise. More than two months ago, I went shopping for clothes and passed by a cattery. I went in to take a look, but after just a quick glance, I fell in love with it and immediately took it home…
This was the first night after bringing it home. It was not afraid of strangers at all and looked at its new world curiously…
After half a month, it was obviously fatter and began to occupy my pillow…
Because I was at work, I was almost never at home during the day. Every night when I came back, he would hug my legs and rub against me, and I couldn’t push him away. But, it never let me kiss it…
One night, when I opened the door to put out the garbage, it saw the door open and was extremely excited. It tried to run out to play, but I spanked it and it looked aggrieved…
When I play games, it always finds ways to remind me of its existence…
When I take a bath, it lies one meter away and watches quietly… When
I take it to get an injection, it is majestic all the way…
The first time I take it to work overtime, it stays with me for two hours…
In the morning, it lies quietly in the corner of the bed and looks at me. As long as I open my eyes, it runs over and carefully lies in my arms…
When it sees delicious food, it immediately stretches out its little paws…
I bought a new toilet, and it likes it so much that it wants to sleep in it…
The sun was shining a few days ago, and I took it, which is about to be four months old, to see the outside world…
Unfortunately, its lifetime is only a few thousand days…
Fortunately, I can go through all the years of its life…
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