We once had a tabby cat at home, a cat that was almost an adult. (2)

We once had a tabby cat at home, a cat that was almost an adult. (2)

This cat was later exiled to the frontier by my mother because of its outstanding achievements in catching mice. Our family had a large courtyard for raising foxes. The cornmeal used to feed the foxes was coveted by mice every day. My mother took it there.

After the mice were driven away, we lived a life with three thousand beauties in our harem. At that time, our family did not raise the most foxes, but the most cats. We had two fox sheds and a wall on one side of the courtyard. Whenever the weather was good, there were cats on the sheds. They were all descendants of the tabby cat. Outside the courtyard wall was a road leading out of the village. From late spring to early autumn, uncles and aunts passing by that road could see cats lining up on the wall to bask in the sun. There were white cats, black cats, civet cats, and three-color cats.

At first, it was good at catching mice and liked to go out. There were basically no mice in the homes of the neighbors around my house. Later, it was so good at catching mice that people often came to borrow cats from my house. This guy stayed at someone else’s house for a few days. When he got to my house, he would catch them fiercely. After catching them, he would go home.

Later, as his reputation spread, his children became more popular, and his offspring in the fox farm were also distributed. Later, gradually, no one wanted them, so his wives gave birth to them and my parents raised them. There has never been a lack of cats in the fox yard.

Some netizens questioned the number of cats in my house. In fact, in order to prevent them from breeding so quickly, my mother usually gave away the female cats first. The ones left were all male cats.

Occasionally, he would follow my father home from work to see his wife, like a dog. He would stay at home for a day or two, and then follow my father back to the factory. At first, he followed my father on a bicycle, but later, my father was afraid that he would be too tired, so he put him directly in the basket. Sometimes the road was too bumpy, and he would be dissatisfied with my father’s riding skills and curse.

Let’s talk about the black cat again. After her husband guarded the border, the black cat took over the task of catching mice in her husband’s house (civet cat, you are really a scumbag. You are hanging out outside, and your wife is still catching mice for you at home).

His wife’s method of catching mice is really average.

The mice in our house are still rampant.

My mother couldn’t stand it anymore and bought a mouse trap from the market. Until one day, she and my father were eating and heard a clacking sound on the roof. My mother found a flashlight and caught the mouse instead of the cat wife. Haha,

there were mice in the store recently, and a friend sent a cat shopkeeper. The cat shopkeeper became a monitoring cat. Once it went up, it couldn’t get down. Once it even pooped on it.

Of course, most of the time, it was either eating or sleeping (under its butt was a cushion I sewed by hand).

Of course, it also turned into a doorman cat when it was working seriously

: Hello, welcome.

Recently, the child was found to be allergic to dust mites, so I had to give Da Mi to a girl to raise. After she went there, her status rose sharply.

Various freeze-dried cat food, dried fish, and various toys.

So the girl raised it until it had a big butt and a big waist. The girl would scold me when she came back late.

A few days after Mimi left home, my daughter picked up a kitten downstairs with her friends , so she

posted on WeChat Moments to find a cat to adopt. Within five minutes, it was chosen and went to a new home that day.

I haven’t updated for a long time

since I picked up Erbing. My daughter picked up another Teddy Chuanchuan. That day, I had a quarrel with my mother-in-law. She was bored and went downstairs alone to pick up the shivering Teddy Chuanchuan.

I shouted in the community group all day but no one paid attention to me, so I took it to the city to give it to my neighbor in the same building but in a different unit. She raised it for a while and sent it back to me. I originally wanted to give it to a young man in the community where we lived before. The boss lady in the market intercepted it halfway.

During this period, another big flower came to my store and ate and drank on the phone. There was a wound behind the right ear and

it seemed quite docile. I asked the young man who was stood up by me if he wanted to keep a cat, and he said yes. So, I put it in a cardboard box and put it in the convenience store at the entrance of the community, and then the young man came to pick it up after work. This cat is used to being wild. After the young man brought it home and opened the box, it bit me and said he didn’t want it anymore.

He said, “Sister, this cat is too fierce.

I can’t yell at it.”

The next morning I took this big cat back. Maybe I just love cats. The young man lives on the 22nd floor, and I took the elevator downstairs with the cat in my arms without any effort. It was as docile as a child in my arms. I

drove my three-wheeled motorcycle to pick it up

and it just sat on my car on the way. It was very upright.