When I was a kid, I had a tabby cat, a big fat orange one.

When I was a kid, I had a tabby cat, a big fat orange one.

I found an old photo of a big fat orange one that was very uncooperative. At that time, it was about 9 jin. (Ignore our big flowered coat)

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When I was a kid, I had a tabby cat, a big fat orange one. Let me talk about a few of its “great achievements”. There is a jujube tree in my house. It has been lush and leafy for more than 30 years. In summer, it climbs to the highest place and squats to catch birds to eat. It is very patient and can wait for an hour or two. Sparrows, turtledoves, pigeons, and others I don’t know. I have caught countless of them. After eating, I went to sleep satisfied.

Including but not limited to catching rabbits, stealing chickens and bringing them home to eat. At night, I went to a village to steal chickens to eat, and someone thought it was a weasel and caught it. Finally, I found out that it was my cat and came to me. Similar to this, my mother and I have rescued it. I don’t know how many times. I apologized to people and they were embarrassed to ask for compensation.

Every night, it went out to play, and often came back with injuries. One time, it was probably beaten. When I woke up in the morning, I found that it couldn’t stand up. It took a long time to recover. At that time, there was no cage for raising cats in the village. They just put a ring around the neck and tied a rope to the tree in the house or yard. My cat didn’t use it. It could untie any rope, and it used its two claws to pull the ring off its neck. Finally, we gave up, and locked it in a room if it really didn’t work.

In the end, it was too strong to fight. It didn’t like to eat the mice it caught, and didn’t take credit for it. It just played with them. Once I saw it playing with a mouse that was as long as a foot. It was so scared that it didn’t even run away. It might have felt bored and bit it to death and left it there.

After our persistent education, it basically stopped harming other people’s poultry, and it was happy to catch birds and rabbits. When I was a child, ham sausage was a rare thing, and I gave it all my share. The biggest advantage of its strong fighting power is that mice are almost extinct in my home and the homes of the neighbors around. It is often borrowed to catch mice in other people’s homes, and it almost always returns with a full load. Every household has food, and if you don’t raise a cat, you can’t catch mice.

It is good at warming the quilt in winter. Adults firmly refuse to let it go to bed, but I like it so much that I secretly hide in the quilt. When I was a child, I slept in the same bed with my grandma. This guy is very smart and can accurately identify which end of the bed is mine. He rubs his head against me and pulls the quilt for it to get in and sleep soundly. In the end, everyone even figured out a way to wake me up that works every time. As long as you let it slip out of the quilt, I will get up quickly.

Oh, by the way, it will also visit my mother. When my mother goes to a neighbor’s house, it will definitely arrive in a while. There is a dialect in our place that describes people who love to follow others as “following dogs”. My family is a cat.

It was eight years old and I was in the third grade of junior high school. It was probably too bored when I was not at home. When it went out to the wild, it accidentally ate a sparrow that was poisoned by rat poison and died. My parents told me about it after I came back from boarding school. They were probably afraid that I would cry to death, so they were very vague. I don’t know what it looked like in the end, or where my family buried it. I brought it back from a relative’s house. It was just one month old and cried all night long. My mother and I got up three or four times every night to feed it milk powder. We didn’t have a bottle, so we used a syringe with the needle removed and added the soft valve core from a bicycle tire.

This guy eats a lot and gets fat. For a male cat, people always mistake him for about to give birth. When he’s angry, he really does feel a little like a tiger cub. I don’t know if he’s doing well in Cat Planet all these years.