Big Brother Cat was a tabby cat raised by my grandparents when I was a child (2).

Big Brother Cat was a tabby cat raised by my grandparents when I was a child (2). My

grandfather loved him very much. He was working at the food station in the town at that time, and he specialized in dealing with the meat processing factory. He would go to a familiar butcher shop early in the morning to buy fresh pork liver, cut it up, and put it in Big Brother’s cat bowl, and then take it to the grass outside the yard. It is hard to imagine that a cat can have such great determination. Big Brother used to like eating pork liver the most. In those days, he was not shaken by the delicious food placed in front of him. Several times, the neighbor’s cat came over and ate it all. For

many days in a row, my grandfather was a little discouraged and didn’t want to spend money to help the neighbor’s cat feed. After cutting the pork liver, he no longer took it outside the yard, but just put it under the kitchen table. Big Brother used to eat it here. My grandfather was also angry, thinking to himself, you can either come back to eat it yourself, or anyway, you are a wild cat caught by cat dealers, so if you want to leave, I will let you go.

It was not until about the tenth day, which was an early summer morning, that my grandfather excitedly woke me up and said, “The cat is home.” I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. The cat brother, who had lost a lot of weight but was still majestic, was eating his exclusive pork liver under the legs of the kitchen table. He turned around and looked at me when he heard the sound. His eyes were as always with a bit of disdain, as if saying:

Humph, since you are still sincere, forget it, I won’t bother with you.

After this incident, the eldest brother really became a part of our family. He accompanied my grandparents for 13 years and regarded us as the objects he wanted to protect. When my grandmother went to the pond to rinse clothes, he would accompany her. He could understand what my grandmother said. No matter how far or how long she went out to play, he would go home before dark. If my grandfather came back late from socializing, he would wait at the intersection. I started to leave home when I was in junior high school and came back once every two weeks. Every time I was one or two hundred meters away from home, the eldest brother would rush out to greet me, and then walk in front of me, turning back every step, for fear that I would not know the way home.

Until the last few years, my elder brother gradually grew old, his hair gradually lost its luster, and his spirit was gone. He didn’t go out to play

much anymore. His favorite place to stay was an unused fire barrel at home, which was piled with clothes we didn’t wear often. At that time, I was in high school 300 kilometers away from home. One day, my grandmother told me on the phone that the cat went out and never came back.

Our cat elder brother was brought home by my grandfather in the winter of 1995. He was smart and agile, heroic, majestic, wronged, meritorious, and got into trouble. He left completely in the winter of 2008. Since then, my grandparents have never raised a cat again, and we all miss him very much.

It’s a pity that there are no photos of the cat elder brother left. He lives in my heart forever.

The avatar is not my elder brother, but a calico female cat I raise now, named Haikui. Compared with my elder brother’s heroic appearance, Haikui is just an idle fat man with insufficient IQ, but I still love her.