A story about being despised by cats

A story about being despised by cats

. Background: Around 2005.

When I was a child, my grandfather’s old house was on the edge of the county town, in a large farmyard. From elementary school to junior high school, my grandfather kept cats to prevent rats. However, the first few cats were all male cats, and they were kept for a year at most. Because male cats run around to find mates when they are in heat in the second year, and none of them have ever come back.

When I was in the first grade of junior high school, I bought a female cat, a raccoon with black stripes.

Black raccoon has no name, and the first few cats also have no names, but they all have a unified name: Maozi (called out in dialect).

Maozi is very smart and can catch mice. In the past, mice ran and jumped on the partitions on the second floor, and then cats caught mice and jumped and jumped, and then mice became extinct, and the second floor was completely quiet at night. Grandma

is responsible for feeding the cat on a daily basis, mixing rice with vegetable soup, and occasionally adding some meat. Grandma has been in the countryside for half her life, raising cats in a traditional way, and this is her level. The cat doesn’t like to eat, but has to eat, but often runs to the rice fields to find food.

Every weekend when I go to my grandparents’ house, I will spend fifty cents to buy some small fish (small, miscellaneous, broken, not edible by humans, specially for feeding cats and dogs) for the cat. The cat loves to eat and has the best relationship with me. When he sees me coming back, he keeps pestering me and rubbing against my feet. I also like to put the cat on my legs and stroke its fur.

The cat is smart. When adults kill fish and cut meat in the yard, the cat keeps pestering and meowing. Adults will throw meat to the cat. When the meat falls to the ground, the cat eats the meat with a humming sound. When adults go into the house to get something, the cat sees that no one is there, jumps on the chopping board, and runs away with the meat in its mouth. The cat is much better than those speeding gangs in terms of timing, precision, and speed of escape. However, when there are people, the cat is a good child and very quiet. The first time I saw a cat stealing food, I was also shocked. It turns out that animals also have such IQ. “A wolf is pretending to sleep in front” – Pu Songling is not lying to me.

Grandma loves cats very much, but I can’t praise her level of raising cats. If the cat runs to the sofa, grandma will pick up the fire tongs and hit it directly. If the cat runs to the kitchen, grandma will pick up the fire tongs and hit it directly… The cat knows that grandma feeds her and also knows that grandma hits her, so the cat is very well behaved in front of grandma and runs to eat when she is fed. But once grandma raises her hand to take something (not to teach the cat a lesson, but really to take something or to hold the table), the cat will run away immediately. Sometimes the cat has its back to grandma, but it can sense grandma’s movements and is ready to escape at any time.

At night, the family is watching TV in the house, and the cat is in the house. After a while, the cat wants to go out, so it uses its claws to scratch the edge of the door. The cat will open the door by itself. Sometimes the door is closed tightly and the cat can’t open it with its claws, so it turns around and meows at people. The family members all understand that this is asking people to open the door.

Grandma hits the cat, and the family members also criticize grandma and suggest that she improve her methods. Grandma also knows that it is not good to hit the cat with fire tongs. There were several times when the cat was hit hard and walked with a limp for three days. Grandma was also very distressed. She did not hit the cat for those days and gave it more meat in its meals. But grandma could not think of any other way. When people get old, some things are hard to change. Besides, my dad, uncle… were all beaten by grandma when they were young. Sometimes cats from other places ran to the yard to grab the food of my cat. The cat couldn’t do it and could only protest and cry on the side. Whenever this happened, grandma would pick up the fire tongs to protect the cat and drive away the thief. After all, how can a cat at home be bullied by other cats?

One weekend when I went back to my grandparents’ house, the cat kept rubbing against my legs. After a while, my stomach started to act up, and I had to go to the toilet, so I put the cat down from my legs. The cat was still reluctant to leave me and kept clinging to my heels.

When I got to the toilet, the cat kept meowing and wanted to play with me. Although I was followed when I went to the toilet, I thought it was the cat that followed me, so I didn’t care and started to poop in three steps:

First, unbuckle the belt.

The cat was still meowing and refused to leave.

Second, take off the pants.

As soon as the pants were taken off, the cat saw my&#@, and instantly stopped meowing happily. It turned its head to the side and glanced at me with a sidelong look. The look was full of contempt. Yes, it was contempt, exactly the same as the look of contempt of humans. Don’t ask me how I know it was a look of contempt, it was looking at me with contempt at that time.

The cat turned its head, wagged its tail and walked away, with a sigh in the wind. Don’t ask me how I know it was a sigh and not the cat’s breathing, it was a sigh at that time.

The third step was squatting.

While defecating, I recalled the cat’s contempt and sigh just now. It was too realistic. To be precise, it was contempt and sigh.

Until now, I still remember that scene deeply, seeing a completely human look and expression on an animal.

End of the record. I wonder if any cat lovers have ever seen a cat look like a human. That scene is so shocking.