When I was a child, my family had a female civet cat. (1)

When I was a child, my family had a female civet cat. (1)

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my family had a female civet cat. The stripes were darker, mixed with black and yellow. It was not raised from childhood.

So how did it come from? One day at noon, my grandmother was feeding the pigs. She saw a dark thing squatting on the wall of the pigpen. My grandmother was startled. After a closer look, she found that it was a big civet cat. It was skinny and had dry fur. My grandmother ignored it. It barked at my grandmother a few times. Then it jumped down and saw the pigs eating. It went over to smell it, put its head into the pig trough and started eating with the pigs. The food for the pigs was just cooked vegetable leaves, bran, and old pumpkin.

If it wasn’t so hungry, which cat would be willing to eat pig food?

My grandmother felt sorry for it, so she went into the house, scooped some rice, soaked it in some vegetable soup, mixed it, and put it in a small bowl to feed it. The cat must have been very hungry. It came when it saw food. It was not afraid of strangers. It smelled it and started eating.

This cat lived in my house.

Strangely enough, after eating, the cat won’t let you touch it. If you want to touch it, it will definitely run away. Maybe it’s been a long time, and slowly it regards this as its own home. If you call it, it will come to see you, and then lick its paws slowly.

After it came, dead mice were seen at the door of the house for several days in a row. I swept it many times. At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I thought the cat was picky and didn’t eat mice. Grandma told me that it came to repay its kindness. We gave it food, and people also came to give us the food it thought was the most delicious. So

I made a nest for it. A cardboard box with a hole opened and a lot of dry straw inside. The cat was not polite and got in that night.

Winter is here. It’s cold, and it feels that the nest is not warm, so it goes to the kitchen. The countryside uses earthen stoves, and it likes warm places, so it goes into the stove hole every day. Once, when grandma got up in the morning to light the fire, this guy happened to be sleeping inside. As soon as she put the firewood in and lit it, it suddenly jumped out, with a piece of its fur burned. It turned back and meowed several times. Grandma was both angry and amused. Later, she sealed the stove hole at night and moved its nest into the house.

It is not picky about food. It eats whatever we eat, rice, vegetable soup, bones, fish, meat, and it accepts everything. Once I went into the kitchen to drink water and saw it squatting beside me and gnawing on a pumpkin. The old pumpkin was cut in half, and it was gnawing on the broken pumpkin flesh, gnawing a hole as big as a fist.

You still eat this???

I wanted to go over and touch it, but it saw me coming and slipped away again.