I raised my big civet cat Huahua in the early years, and later it raised me. (1)

I raised my big civet cat Huahua in the early years, and later it raised me. (1)

In the countryside where stray dogs are everywhere, arrogant geese cover the sky and the fields, and the land is covered with white, wherever my Huahua passes, there is no grass, no chickens crow, no dogs bark, no donkeys bray… There are

even various wild animals in the mountains that often come to the village for a stroll. As long as I take my Huahua out, my family will be absolutely relieved, and they will not worry no matter how late we play. Other animals

don’t even want to bully Huahua. My big Huahua doesn’t bully other animals. Other animals would pray to Buddha and pray to God.

The key is that Huahua is very attached to me. Other cats are very cool, but Huahua can run around me, just not as closely as dogs. But as long as I call it, it will immediately come to me like a ghost.

Huahua is attached to me because I raised it since it was a child. When I was seven years old, my father saw that I was timid as a girl, and they had to go to work every day, leaving early and returning late, without anyone to accompany them, so he brought a civet cat back home.

When I first brought Huahua home, he was just one month old. He was fluffy and had bright eyes, so cute.

I fed him little by little until he grew fat. Since I got Huahua, I used to hate eating fish, but I pestered my mother to buy fish every day. In fact, when I was a child, I always thought fish smelled fishy, ​​but when my mother bought it, I would pinch my nose and eat it until I felt sick.

Just to feed Huahua fish often, I secretly fed him with my grandmother’s malted milk. In less than half a year, Huahua grew up, and I no longer had to make a fuss to ask my mother to buy fish, because at that time, Huahua could fish by himself.

Others say that when a kitten fishes, it puts its tail in the river, and then when the fish bites its tail, it suddenly throws the fish up

. I don’t know if it’s right, but my Huahua doesn’t catch fish like this. It will tiptoe behind, and then quickly use its claws to make a lightning-fast move, and a fish will be caught.

I just follow it with a bucket to pick up the fish.

Huahua doesn’t forget to catch a few at home after catching fish. It catches fish very quickly. I suspect that if I let it catch fish any longer, it would be much more efficient than an osprey, but I haven’t tried it.

Huahua knows that I don’t like to eat fish, so when she catches fish for herself or catches fish for her father to eat with wine, she will meow a few times and take me home.

Catching fish seems to be a must-have skill for all the tabby cats in the countryside, and my Huahua is an expert among experts.

Whenever Huahua goes out for a stroll, she never goes out in vain and always brings me many surprises.

The following year when I was in the first grade, Huahua went out for a stroll by herself during the day. She is very smart. At first, she caught dead animals, which I didn’t like very much.

Later, the animals she caught were always alive and struggling violently in her mouth. She happily took them home, held them in her mouth, pressed them under her feet, and waited quietly for me to come home.

Sparrows are small birds that are extremely wild. When they are caught, they always struggle violently and even go on a hunger strike. However, Huahua always uses just the right amount of force. In the 1990s, sparrows were not protected animals. I saved a few sparrows and my mother roasted them. I would give half of them to Huahua.

I found that Huahua liked to eat the sparrows roasted in the stove.

Huahua is very good at catching sparrows. She even caught wild rabbits.

That day, I was carrying my schoolbag home. Huahua heard the sound of the door opening and came over with a fat rabbit in her mouth. The rabbit was bigger than Huahua, and I was always curious about how Huahua caught it because rabbits run very fast.

That night, my father was very excited to see the big rabbit, so he arranged for my mother to roast it immediately and called my uncle and me to come over for a drink. I asked for a big rabbit leg for Huahua. No matter how I called it, it would not eat it. It was only when I bit half of it that it ate happily.

This time, the wild rabbit was not the only one Huahua caught. Later, she caught several more.