My family once had a tabby cat, a cat that was almost grown up (1)

My family once had a tabby cat, a cat that was almost grown up (1)

Around the time I graduated from junior high school, my family once had a tabby cat, a cat that was almost grown up

. It was capable, smelt and showed off, greedy, and loved its wife. . . .

First of all, it was capable. It caught mice when it was not much bigger than an adult mouse. The first time my mother saw it catch a mouse, she praised it: “Cats are really good. They can catch mice. Don’t eat dead mice. I’m afraid they will poison you.” Well, from then on, every time it caught a mouse, it would bring it home and show it off in front of us before it died.

It sometimes failed to show off. One day, it caught a mouse and put it down to let it run (it had always been like this before). As a result, the door happened to be wide open that day, and the mouse turned around and ran away. It reacted and chased the mouse, but it ran away. It came back covered in dust, and my mother started to say: “You know how to show off all day long. Well, now the thing that was in your mouth has escaped. Don’t you lose the cat?” . . Since then, the cat has been biting the mice it has brought back and has been biting them without letting go.

Greedy: This is a legendary cat. My hometown is not far from the sea. When it comes to the wheat harvest season, my mother will buy some small fish and marinate them, and put them on a mat made of reed stalks to dry. My mother is afraid that the cat will steal them, so she covers them with a layer of fly nets. The surroundings are pressed up, and I don’t know how this cat ate two mice. From then on, it was wilted. It looked like it was dying that afternoon. It lay motionless, breathing weakly, and its eyes were lifeless. I used a syringe to pull out the needle, put the soft leather tube of the bicycle valve core, and fed water into its mouth little by little. My mother said that it was probably one of the few cats that was choked to death. You let it be greedy. It’s asking for death. I secretly took it to my room and let it lie on my bed. I also thought it was dying. As a result, that night my father was watching TV in the living room, and it walked out of my room as if nothing had happened. My mother asked, how did you get in? Then she started scolding, because she never let cats and dogs into the house. You can imagine how badly my mother scolded me.

Loving his wife: When the cat grew up, he had a girlfriend. A little black cat from the auntie’s house next door. Every time he fell in love, my mother caught him. My mother scolded him: What are you looking at? Find a dark, thin and small wife. (Then the cat would look at me, because I am also dark-skinned and thin… I guess he wanted to say to my mother: Are you talking about your daughter?) Can’t you find a big yellow cat or a calico cat as your wife? … The cat would also scold when he got tired of it. … My mother

likes to eat fish very much. One day, when relatives came to our house, my mother cooked a big fish and saved the internal organs for the cat. The cat didn’t eat it at night, and barked at the auntie’s house next door. Not long after, his wife appeared on the wall of my house. When the black cat was eating, it would sit upright (with its front paws neatly placed and its tail coiled on its paws) and watch its wife eat with tenderness in its eyes. The leftovers from the black cat belonged to my cat. From then on, my mother would prepare an extra bowl for the cat next door. My mother said that if you marry a wife, you have to pay for it. This is true for your own son and the cat son as well.