When I was a child, my family had a female tabby cat (2)

When I was a child, my family had a female tabby cat (2)

. My grandmother was the only one who could touch it.

There were too many mice in the neighbor’s house, so I wanted to borrow it to catch mice in the barn. My grandmother called it over, and it came over very obediently. It was completely different from the cat I had touched before. My grandmother held it and wanted to send it to the neighbor’s house to catch mice. When the neighbor came out to pick it up, it misunderstood and thought that my grandmother was going to give it away. It refused to stay in my arms, and its two front paws desperately scratched my grandmother’s clothes and refused to get down. It cried shrilly. Seeing that it really didn’t want to get down, my grandmother softened her heart and said that if it didn’t want to, forget it. She took it back. As soon as it got off the field, it looked back at my grandmother. My

grandmother said that she would not let it go, and it should go back to the nest.

Later, my grandmother told me that it seemed to cry, and its eyes were full of tears.

Summer has come again.

It seemed to be getting fatter and fatter, its belly was getting bigger day by day, and it was sleeping more and more. One day, it suddenly disappeared. When I saw it again the next day, it was much thinner and its belly was smaller.

It turned out that it had given birth.

It gave birth to four kittens, two black, one spotted, and one yellow.

It became even busier. Every day, it was either feeding the kittens or running around looking for food. During that time, I also caught some small fish and shrimps in the river to feed it to improve its diet. Gradually, it became closer to me, but I still couldn’t touch it. Although it didn’t let me touch it, I could touch its pups at will. These little things didn’t open their eyes yet, just like big mice. One

day I came back from outside and didn’t see it. It didn’t show up for a whole day. When I was about to look for it, I suddenly heard a cat meowing. I followed the sound and saw it lying at the foot of an old courtyard wall, foaming at the mouth and whimpering weakly. Not far away, there was a half-eaten dead mouse on the ground.

It should have been poisoned by eating the mouse that was killed by medicine. I was so anxious, but it was too late. I wanted to take it home, but before I got home, its head dropped.

There were four other cubs at home crying with hunger. Grandma had no choice but to find a syringe without a needle, put milk in it, and use it as a bottle to feed them. In this way, she raised the four of them. Three of them were given away, and the yellow cat stayed.

That cat died about 15 years ago. The reason why I remember it so clearly is that I have never seen a cat that eats pig food, a cat that chews pumpkins, or a cat that cries. It has no name, no origin, and no good ending. Sometimes, fate and destiny really cannot be forced.