The tabby cats I know are very smart.

The tabby cats I know are very smart.

I dare not say that all tabby cats are very smart, but at least the tabby cats I know are quite smart.

I moved to the first floor in June last year. Because I had not had time to seal the windows, I locked the doors and windows tightly, for fear that the three cats in the house would run out to play. As a result, on a dark and windy night, I don’t know where a tabby cat got the tip-off from, and it climbed to our windowsill silently, provoking me who was confused in the window. The three cats all gathered around my feet and stared blankly at this uninvited guest.

He roared at the male cat in our family who was waiting to be sterilized, as if to say that you are really useless and you are not like a man at all when you are in the cradle of a human. He roared for a full five minutes, and the male cats seemed to be communicating with him. Anyway, I think this provocation may have nothing to do with the female cats, because my female cats were scared and hid.

After the tabby cat left, a very strong male cat in my house looked thoughtful. On that dark and windy night, he somehow managed to open the window lock and ran away. The next morning, the window was open and there were only two cats in the house. As expected,

my male cat and the tabby cat got together, always in pairs and fighting every day. My male cat is called Dahei, and I also gave the tabby cat a name, Dahua.

Dahei was a stray cat at first, the king of cats. At that time, I didn’t dare to raise a cat, so I bought some cat food and put it downstairs in the company to feed it a little every day. Once, he was beaten by a group of cats, his body was covered in blood, his eyes were bloody, and the doctor checked that he had stomatitis. After I found out, I took him home and raised him for two years. After he recovered from his illness, he went out to hang out again.

They fight with the big and small stray cats in the community at night, and go home to eat, sleep and bask in the sun during the day. I saw that there was nothing delicious in the trash cans in the community, so I put food in a fixed place every day. One day, a group of women found me and ordered me to change my behavior of putting cat food in the trash cans because their children would pick it up and eat it, which was not good. When I heard it, I thought of putting it in a utility room where people didn’t often go in and out, because there was a large grid under the door that could fit a bowl. I put it there and didn’t tell Dahua. Dahua seemed to know about it and went to eat it every day. At first, I thought that if Dahua didn’t eat it, there would be other small animals to eat it, so it wouldn’t be wasted anyway. One day I found him eating it, and he ate it cleanly without leaving any grain.

Not long after, one of the women saw me putting food in, and she hurriedly asked me to put more in. I had to say, if it was deeper, I couldn’t pull out the bowl. She was very unhappy when she heard it, so she told the owner of the utility room about it, and the bowl was gone the next day. After that, I never dared to put food in casually again.

One night, on the way back from buying supper, I saw Dahua, who was so hungry that his bones were exposed, rummaging through the garbage. So I casually said, Dahua, come to my house for dinner. The aloof Dahua followed me quietly as if she understood what I was saying. She crawled under one car and then another. When she reached a place where there were no cars, she would wait until I was far away before catching up.

As soon as I got home, I found a big soup bowl, filled it with food, and placed it on the windowsill. I closed the window and waited for him to come in from the half-closed net to eat like Dahei. Sure enough, he came. After eating, he left in a hurry, probably to fight with Dahei. I didn’t care, but when I threw away the fast food box, I found a mouse at the door.

Yes, it was a mouse.

I sent it twice, but I threw it away both times, and then I didn’t send it again.

Not long after Dahua came, my place may have a good reputation among cats, and some people come to eat every day.

This is Dahua.

This is the mouse sent by Zhonghua. I guess Zhonghua is Dahua’s son.

Look how proud he is. Bullshit, I don’t want to eat it, take it away.