I’m poor. Well, when you’re poor, you make do with what you can get.
With my annual income and looks that seem to be dragging the country’s average down, could I afford to raise a world – famous cat?
If the cat could talk, it would probably be ashamed of me!
One late afternoon, I was squatting on the back doorstep of the kitchen, holding a big blue – rimmed bowl, munching on a chicken leg with great relish. It came out of nowhere. First, it stopped not far from me to observe, then slowly approached, circling around me on my side.
I was lowering my head, sipping the chicken soup from the bowl, and had no time to pay attention to it at all. Then it started meowing, getting closer with its eyes half – closed, twisting its body and rubbing its head against my leg. I moved my leg to get away from it, and its meowing gradually became softer. It looked up at me pitifully, with a look of anticipation, eagerness, cuteness, and helplessness.
I glanced at the little bit of chicken soup left in the bowl and the big half of the chicken leg. I hesitated, really reluctant to part with them.
Desire overcame my pity. I got up to go back to the kitchen to continue eating. But then it jumped up, hooking onto my pants. It seemed to be pulled down by me and stepped on, slowly falling to the side, whining feebly while holding its little paw.
Startled, I stopped to look at it. I thought back in confusion: I didn’t feel like I stepped on it.
Sure enough, it was lying there, showing its soft and touch – inviting belly, but there was nothing wrong with it at all.
What a little con artist!
I shouted for my dad at the top of my voice, planning to ask him to throw this “cheating” cat out.
Suddenly, a mist quickly welled up in its eyes. Its big eyes were all watery, and its face was full of grievance, sadness, looking small and helpless.
Was I really going to fall for it?
My favorite big chicken leg!
I’m not going to give it to you,
No way,
No…
Uh,
Uh,
Wait, you’re actually crying!
When my dad came over with his rice bowl, he found a little cat that had popped up out of nowhere, burying its head in the bowl, munching on the big chicken leg at the doorstep of our kitchen, too engrossed to even look up. And his daughter was squatting beside, sucking on her chopsticks pitifully.
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