This cat is not friendly towards people. It doesn’t allow being touched, doesn’t act coquettishly, and is rather aloof. It likes to catch and eat mice. Now that there are no mice at home, our domestic cats go to the fields, bamboo groves, and vegetable plots to hunt for them. Once, when I went to pick vegetables in our vegetable plot, I happened to see it not far away. Its body was lowered, eyes fixed straight ahead, and its tail was swaying slowly. Suddenly, it “whooshed” into the vegetable plot. After a few rustling sounds, it came out leisurely, with a mouse in its mouth, strutting along. It paused slightly after coming out of the vegetable plot, gave me a sidelong glance, which made me feel rather puzzled (´▽ʃƪ), but it was still extremely cute ớ ₃ờ. Look at those gem – like eyes~(๑´∀๑)
This cat was born to a female cat in our family. Then the mother cat went out and never came back, leaving this one alone at home. In our rural home, we raise cats in a rather rough way. This cat started being fed fish bones even before it was weaned. When it got a bit older, it was fed rice soaked in soup.
When I came back home during the vacation and found it, I asked my mom every day if it could survive. I was really worried. I also stopped them from feeding it fish bones and secretly made soaked rice for it. However, since it was used to fish bones, it didn’t like the soaked rice at all. Fortunately, it survived. Although it’s shy and not close to people, at least it made it.
I took these two photos by secretly luring it with fish and seizing the opportunity to take pictures.
The cats we raise at home, probably because they live in the countryside, have a very wild nature. They have no sense of being domesticated at all. They often don’t come home for a week or half a month. Sometimes they suddenly come back with kittens, either male or female cats bringing them.
If they don’t come home for too long, my mom will call out a few times when she goes out to pick vegetables. Sometimes they come back, and sometimes they don’t. Then my mom will say, “It probably won’t come back.”
This one belongs to our neighbor. It’s the sibling of a cat we once raised at home. It’s very cautious, but it comes to our house to steal food. It can open the glass door of the cupboard and pry open the lid on the dining table. It’s quite familiar with the routine. See its sticking – out tongue? It had just stolen food from our house. Disturbed by me, it quickly slipped out of the window into the vegetable plot outside, sticking out its tongue and looking at me.
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