My cat is the son of Sanhua in the yard of our company (1).
Why not? Here is a photo of him without makeup.
My son is the son of Sanhua in the yard of our company. Sanhua has three children. They were born in the warehouse. The warehouse manager never had the heart to drive them away. Unfortunately, one of them died and the stench was overwhelming. The mother and the three were kicked out and moved to live in the shabby bathhouse behind. Sanhua has good food. It is a public cat. We give it cat food when we are at work, and the canteen aunt gives it leftover meat after work. Sanhua is not friendly, but if you call her, she will follow you. She is also pretty. Everyone dotes on her. If a cat steals her food, they will help drive it away (emmmm, yes, this is a society that values appearance).
One day, my husband and I went to the company to get something, and suddenly we heard a shout downstairs that Sanhua’s children had been caught. I went over to see that the two children had played with them for most of the day and then packed them in boxes. They also fed them steamed buns (the children are kind and afraid that they will be malnourished if they only eat meat). The little cub was only as big as my phone (Huawei P20), and was trembling and crying so hard. I carried the box away and put it in the broken bathhouse, thinking that I would go back to see it in the evening. If Sanhua took it away, that would be great, but if it smelled of human and didn’t want it, I would take it. I went to see it in the afternoon and found that the box was empty. I thought I could finally go home with peace of mind! Just at this moment, a familiar cry came from behind a pile of broken machines. Damn! The little cub got in and couldn’t get out…
I called my husband immediately. My husband didn’t want to return the cub at all, but now it was just what he wanted. He brought a ladder and showed his soft and agile body (slightly harder than a male ballet dancer. I don’t understand why a man is so soft. Anyway, I was jealous because my legs were as hard as iron bars). He got through many obstacles, which were really obstacles. There was half a vicious glass above his head, a bundle of rusty steel bars and wires under his feet, and there were insidious broken iron plates on the left and right. Finally, he pulled the baby out from a crack. The baby was like a little bat clinging to the hero’s chest and crying. The hero’s hard heart melted instantly and he shouted, “We will take care of you!” Then we carried him home. That night, he went to the hospital for a physical examination and it turned out to be a little boy. Everything was normal. He had fleas driven away (my scalp was numb). He was smelly all over, but it still couldn’t stop the hero from caressing him. He
was weak, pitiful and helpless. The hero saved me~~~
He could eat, drink, sleep, play, poop and pee. He was full of energy the next day. Although he was still a toddler, his stumbling appearance was so cute.
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