My tabby cat has caught rabbits weighing more than 15 jin.
Let me talk about the results first: I have caught rabbits weighing more than 15 jin, many rabbits weighing less than 15 jin, and several snakes, both poisonous and non-poisonous, as well as countless other mice and birds.
When I was in the fourth grade, I lived in a house with earth brick walls and no hardening on the ground, so there were a lot of mice. They often wasted food and gnawed furniture. The house was often dug by mice, and it was useless to seal it.
At the beginning, my mother knew how to catch mice, but she was not good at catching mice. My mother stood motionless where the sweet potatoes were piled, and when the mice came, she suddenly stepped on them. The first time I ate mouse meat, I felt that it was much more delicious than rabbit meat and pork. The meat was not tough and chewy
. I definitely couldn’t catch them all by relying on my mother. I stopped catching them after the novelty wore off. Later, the female cat of the neighbor’s house gave birth to a litter of kittens, but in those days, few people in the countryside kept cats. If you wanted a kitten, it was 30 yuan each (30 yuan in the early 1990s is equivalent to several hundred yuan now). With my pleading, I made up my mind to buy one, which made my father complain a lot. This
was taken in 2009. It is already very old, eating grass. The scar on its eye is from catching rabbits
. It is a male chrysanthemum cat. It caught a little mouse within a few days of entering the house. In about a year, there were no mice in the house, and even in my uncle and grandfather’s house, there were no mice.
It loves cleanliness. It doesn’t go out on rainy days. It is clean all year round. It has slept with me since childhood (I was timid when I was young, and I felt safe sleeping with it). I have a deep relationship with it. I am the only one who can catch it in the wild. Others, including my parents, cannot catch it. Only at home can I catch it. Later, when I went out to work, no matter how long I was away, as long as I went home to sleep, it would quietly lie next to my pillow in the middle of the night.
It ran around during the estrus period, and was later castrated. At its heaviest, it weighed 17 kilograms! It
bit me once. In 2000, there was a severe drought and it hadn’t eaten fish for several months. I ran a long way to catch a few small fish for it, hoping to tease it, but it didn’t aim and bit me.
Even though I hadn’t been back to my hometown for three years, it would be stunned for a moment when it saw me at first, but when it remembered, it would immediately run to my legs and start rubbing against them.
The old cat is very sensible, and it can understand your eyes and actions. For example, if you pat your legs at it, it will know that you want it to sit on your legs. If you pat the chair, it will come over and sit down and look at you. If there is smoke from the burning firewood, it will run over and push the firewood in a little bit with its feet. In short, it is a very smart cat. After the house was renovated, its favorite thing to do was to lie under the window and wait for the birds to install the glass and fall down.
It lived for 22 years and died around September 2013. I don’t know the exact date. Its body was finally found in the cornfield. I was not at home at the time, but a grown man also cried when I received the call. I was sad for a long time, and my mother was even more upset. I found a good place on the mountain to bury it, and I didn’t dare to keep a cat for many years.
Until this year, I went back to my hometown and picked up two kittens on the mountain. One was dying (it was caught in the rain, covered with fleas, and had a lot of flies on its body), and the other one was found by me when I was picking mushrooms. I teased it and fed it two steamed buns, and it went home with me. After the dying cat was revived by buying medicine and goat milk powder, it caught a small mouse in a few days, and the other black cat also became a good mouse catcher. Maybe there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, or maybe for some other reason, the dying cat disappeared two weeks ago. In any case, I hope it is safe!
This is just a calico cat after it was rescued and cleaned up. It’s a pity that I didn’t take a photo of it later.
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