When I was a child, I had a cat with a bad temper. (1)

When I was a child, I had a cat with a bad temper. (1)

When I was a child, I had a cat. It was caught in the mountains. It was very wild, small, and had a bad temper. It would run away if you approached it. I caught it from a corner and petted it. I scratched and bit it in all kinds of ways. My hands were covered with its teeth marks. But I loved it so much at that time that I couldn’t bear to even look at it, let alone hit it.

In order to please it, I went to the slaughterhouse at 5 a.m. to ask for a pig. At that time, I was just in the first year of the new year. It was the first time I entered that primitive slaughterhouse. I went in along the short underground stairs and saw blood all over the ground. The stench mixed with the hot steam from the scalding pig hair rushed to the roof less than two meters high. There were also the howling of pigs being slaughtered. It was like hell. After a few days, the pork seller behind me, perhaps because I was too young, or perhaps because I was in the way, told me not to go anymore. I took it to the meat stall every day and paid 50 cents a pair. Only then did I get rid of this nightmare.

As long as my mother didn’t see, I would steal the eggs from home to feed it. At that time, its small tongue rolled in the eggshell and licked the yolk out little by little. It was super cute. And the wool balls that my mother used to make sweaters were its favorite. For a whole month, I didn’t care. I fed it when it scratched me, and I played with it when it bit me. My hands were full of scars. There was a cat named Mili in the English textbook of the first grade of junior high school. I called it Mili. Slowly, all my love for it was quickly responded. I just wanted it to stop biting me so that I could hug it. I didn’t expect that in the end, it only left its love to me in the whole family.

At that time, we were studying, and we had to go home for lunch at noon and in the evening, and then go to school. My mother said that as long as I went out in the morning, it would go out, and when I went home, it would go home.

The first thing I do when I get home from school at noon is to shout “Mili” towards the hillside in front of my house. Usually, within one or two minutes, you can see a trail of yellow smoke coming down the hill, straight into my arms. Sometimes it rushes too fast and can’t stop, so it has to rush into the house before turning around. Sometimes it runs too far, and I have to stand on the road at the foot of the mountain, shout, put my hands to my mouth as a loudspeaker, and use all my strength to call it. But no matter how far away it is, as long as it hears me, it will come back in a few minutes. I know how many hills it has run to at its lightning speed. After dinner, I have to take a nap in the summer, and it wants to sleep with me. I go to the water pipe outside to wash my feet, and it will jump on the bench and lick its fur hard. I have to lie on the bed for a while before it finishes licking, and then I go to bed.

My dad wouldn’t let it get on the bed because it was dirty. I told him it had licked its fur, but he still refused and had to throw it out of the bed. It only kissed me and was very naughty. No one else in my family could hold it, and they didn’t dare to hold it. They were a little afraid of it, including my sister. She never paid much attention to me, even though we slept in the same bed, she always slept next to me. Every time I took a nap, if my dad didn’t see the cat, he would come to my quilt to scratch it. Don’t cats like to snore when they are comfortable? As soon as my dad came, it would stop snore immediately. My dad asked me if the cat was snore, and I said I didn’t know. After my dad left, it fell asleep, and the sound was so loud. My dad came to get something and heard it. I fiddled with it and said it was not there. Dad said I heard it snoring, and you still said it was not there. I threw it out decisively.

It learned to be treacherous later. My dad threw it out and pressed the cover under the mat to prevent it from coming in. As a result, it crawled in from the head of the bed through the cover. There are mosquitoes in summer, so you need to use a cover. Later, it scratched the cover, and my mother patched up a few holes. My classmate wanted to hug it, and I had to hold it and coax it for a long time before Xiaoxiao would hug it for a while.

Later, winter was coming, and it was more afraid of the cold. Basically, it slept next to me at night, because it was very warm when it slept next to me, and I slept very soundly. One night, I don’t know if I pressed it or something, but when I woke up in the morning, there was a blood mark on my face. Haha, I didn’t even know it. How good is its sleeping effect?