I didn’t believe that having a pet could change a person before, but now I do.
Previously, just the fact that Little Meow pooped on my bed would have been enough for me to kill it with a knife and leave its body in the wild.
However, Little Meow has successfully tempered my temperament, making me less irritable and hot – tempered.
Sometimes I get close to Little Meow, stroke it, and rub my face against it, feeling the softness of its fur.
Sometimes I’m in a daze, thinking about this orange – colored fellow, with its long tail, big fat belly, and large rump. Is this the tiny little thing I brought back then?
Nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and the tenth one can break the kang (a traditional heated bed in northern China).
Do you still remember what Little Meow looked like when it was a kitten?
Take a look at it now.
It has really grown up, but why do I feel that its growth happened in an instant? Why, when I close my eyes, can I still recall the way it looked on the day it first came to my home, so small, with a look of fear on its face, seemingly full of dread for the future.
Open my eyes and look at Little Meow now. It’s lying in my arms, curled up into a ball. When I call it, it opens its eyes, looks at me, and there’s not only contentment in its eyes but also dissatisfaction for being woken up. Then it buries its head back in my arms and falls asleep again.
Sometimes, when Little Meow is lying beside me, I stroke its head. It will look at me lazily, then tilt its head to let me pet it as much as I want.
Sometimes, Little Meow lies on my stomach, just looking at me, then lowers its head and falls asleep like that.
What touches me the most is that every day when I come back to the house and open the door, as long as I call out:
“Cat?”
“Meow!”
“Did you miss me?”
“Meow~!”
I think these meows are the best reason for this lonely person like me to spend the rest of my life with it.
In addition, Little Meow has successfully helped me win over my current girlfriend.
“Do you like cats?”
“Do you have a cat?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Take me to see it.”
And then, she became my girlfriend.
Little Meow has found itself a “mother” too.
By the way, now my girlfriend is jealous of Little Meow.
After all, every night, her boyfriend sleeps cuddling a cat…
It’s not that I have to cuddle Little Meow. It’s just that it refuses to sleep unless I cuddle it.
It’s so smart. When I’m lying down playing with my phone, it doesn’t come over. But as soon as I start to feel a bit sleepy, it quickly crawls into my quilt and doesn’t come out.
Perhaps meeting Little Meow, being fortunate enough to be its litter – box cleaner, and having it accompany me is my little bit of luck.
The distance between me and happiness may really be just one cat away.
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