It’s incredibly easy to raise, to a moving extent.
If I’m going to tell the story of me and my “big son” (the cat), I need to give a bit of a pre – story first. I’ll try to keep it as brief as possible.
I grew up with my father since childhood. My mother immigrated when I was very young.
In the summer of 2015, my father passed away from an acute myocardial infarction.
Everything was so sudden, so unexpected.
From that day on, everything seemed to remain the same, yet everything also seemed different.
No matter how happy I was outside, whether it was a genuine hearty laugh or a fake, beaming smile, when I returned to that house and opened the door, I knew that no matter what I said, there would be no response.
Then I could only quietly clean the house, turn on the TV silently. The sound from the TV gave me a glimmer of security, and then I would silently take out my cigarettes, smoking one after another.
There was a time when I didn’t like going home. I would rather stay overnight at an internet café, wander around outside, or be the last one to leave a party, all because I didn’t want to return to that lifeless house.
Everyone, please cherish your family around you. You know, perhaps you’re having a quarrel with your parents, perhaps you resent your family for being too strict, perhaps you think they’re too old to keep up with your thoughts, perhaps you find their daily nagging really annoying. But, based on my personal experience, what you dislike may be the unattainable happiness for someone else; what you try so hard to escape may be the past that someone else can never retrieve no matter how hard they try.
I lived like a walking dead for about a year.
One day, a good friend from my university found me:
“Hey, do you want a cat?”
The world is really full of surprises.
Since I was a child, I liked dogs and disliked cats. Because my family always told me that dogs are loyal subjects while cats are treacherous ones. For someone who has been indulging in storytelling books like “The Legend of Yue Fei”, “Romance of the Three Kingdoms”, “The Generals of the Yang Family”, “The Hu Family Generals”, etc. since childhood, loyal subjects are naturally beloved, and treacherous ones are detested.
I also once tried to get a little dog, but I didn’t keep it for more than a few days.
At that time, I could be said to be extremely bored. So when my friend found me, I didn’t refuse.
Later, I brought the little cat back from the flower – bird – fish market.
Actually, at first, I didn’t have a good impression of the little cat.
Really.
After all, this was a long – held belief. I had disliked cats since childhood, thinking that this kind of creature must be the type that plays on its own after eating, ignores you no matter how much you call, is extremely arrogant, and destroys the house.
The little cat was really cute from the start. It had a tiny head, and the downy fur on its body hadn’t completely fallen off yet.
↓ It looked like this
At that time, I could hold it up with just one hand. It was so scared that it meowed non – stop, and it was afraid to come near me. As soon as I reached out my hand, it would run away to some corner, staring at this strange place with its two small, frightened eyes.
The reason I called it Little Meow is that it always meowed.
Quite random, right?
After a few days, it got familiar with the environment and dared to move around the house. It wasn’t as afraid of me when it saw me, and it even dared to come close to me, sniff my hand, and then quickly run away.
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