(The stalk of this article comes from the Grim Reaper cat, and Baidu can know all the news content.) I completely kept the cat's name in the news and wanted to subvert it. ）

My name is Lixia and I am 10 years old and 5th grade.

My family is special.

Every child is picked up and dropped off by their parents when they go to school, and I have to go to and from school alone.

Because my mother was sick and hospitalized all the time, and my father never told me what my mother had.

My dad had to let me go to and from school alone every day because of work.

When I was in elementary school, I developed a habit of going to my mother's hospital every day after school to see my mother.

Fortunately, my mother's hospital is not far from my home and school, and it can be reached in 10 minutes.

Every day, I do my homework in front of my mother's hospital bed, and I go to the cafeteria to eat with my mother.

And so it went on for half a semester.

Sometimes when it's time for dinner, there is always a lazy fat cat coming to the ward.

I would also secretly pick out my dinner for the fat cat.

Mom won't say anything when she sees it, but will ask me to clean up the ground where the fat cat has eaten.

This fat cat always asks me to touch it for a while after I finish eating.

And it never resisted, even showing its belly to ask me to scratch it.

When I play with the fat cat, my mom will change my homework.

Then he circled the wrong place and stuffed it into my bag and told me to go home.

Go back and revise it and let Dad read it again.

And so the days went by.

One day I put down my fat cat and picked up my schoolbag to go home, but I was about to walk out of the hospital when I was stopped by a nurse.

The nurse smiled and said, "Little friend, is it okay for that fat cat to play with it less in the future?"

I looked at the nurse and said, "What's wrong with the fat cat?"

The nurse looked around and said, "This cat's name is Oscar, and it's a Grim Reaper cat. ”

"What is a Death Kitty?" I said.

"Grim Reaper cats can predict when a person will die?" said the nurse.

"And how did the Grim Reaper Cat predict it?" I asked curiously.

But the nurse suddenly got up and ran away.

Since that day, the fat cat has come to me, although I will still feed the fat cat.

But the number of touches on it began to decrease unless it rubbed against my leg begging me to touch it.

One day, the fat cat slowly walked into the ward.

I put the small pieces of fish in my rice bowl on the ground.

Instead of coming towards me, it jumped on the old man's pillow in the next bed.

The fat cat nested motionless next to the old man's pillow, and then slept peacefully and snored.

Everyone looked at the old man with strange eyes.

And I was just about to run to get the fat cat back, but my mother grabbed me.

I was about to ask my mom why she stopped me, but she whispered in my ear, "Don't bother Oscar today." ”

I nodded my head and had to pick up the small pieces of fish on the ground with a paper towel and put them in the trash.

My mom helped me sort out my school bag and let me carry it.

Until I left, the fat cat was nestled motionless next to the old man's pillow.

And the old man was holding a pen and writing something on the paper.

I curiously leaned over and took a look, and there were many more words on it than I had ever learned.

I whispered, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" ”

At this time, my mother shouted, "Lixia, don't be rude." ”

I lowered my head helplessly.

The old man did touch my head and said, "Oscar is a good cat, you can't bully him in the future." ”

I listened to my grandfather's words in the clouds, and my mother shouted in the distance: "Lixia, go home." ”

I nodded helplessly and left the hospital.

The next day, the old man's bed was empty.

I asked where my grandfather had gone, and my mother said lightly, "You'll know later." ”

At this time, the fat cat named Oscar entered the hospital room and circled around my legs, with its long tail hooked on my legs.

I touched it and said, "Good, I'll accompany you after I finish my homework." ”

Oscar, the fat cat, was obediently nested on the side, motionless, falling asleep and snoring.

When I finished my homework, I called for dinner.

Today for beef, I put the biggest piece next to Oscar, the fat cat.

Oscar got up and ate happily.

I said to my mother, "Mom, there's a nurse telling me not to play with Oscar." But yesterday's grandfather told me to be nice to Oscar. ”

Mom smiled and said, "What do you think?"

"Oscar was lovely. I said.

"Then do what you want. Mom said with a smile.

I picked up Oscar and touched his belly, and it was shaking comfortably on my lap and meowing.

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Three years later, I was in my second year of junior high school.

I gradually understood something, and my mother's health was getting worse day by day.

Oscar the fat cat came in less often, and I would carry him out every time he came in.

Every time Oscar the fat cat came, I would pick out half of the dishes from my dinner and put them at the door for him to eat.

And when the fat cat Oscar comes into the ward and asks me to pet it, I will take it out of the ward and pet it well.

I finally figured out why the nurse said to stay away from Oscar, and why the old man said to take care of it.

Oscar the fat cat is really a Grim Reaper cat.

Oscar only had to jump on someone's bed for one night, and that person would die the next day.

There has never been a single failure so far, and driving it away won't change the effect.

"Hey, Oscar. You're not allowed to jump on my mother's bed in the future. I said.

Oscar the fat cat rolled over happily and barked.

"Do you understand? I said.

Oscar, the fat cat, purred in his mouth and did not bark again.

I scratched the belly of the fat cat Oscar and said, "Sometimes I really suspect that you have become a sperm." ”

Oscar the fat cat got up and touched my hand with his tail, then left the hallway cheerfully.

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One day half a month later.

Fat cat Oscar is here again.

I carried it out of the room, and I divided half of the dinner into it again.

And it didn't eat a bite, and wanted to go to the hospital room.

I tried to stop it, but it roared.

I said to Oscar, the fat cat, "Is there one in the room who is leaving today?"

Oscar the fat cat barked.

I looked at the four beds and reluctantly moved out of the way.

Oscar, the fat cat, walked slowly into the hospital room and stopped in front of my mother's bed.

Jumped on Mom's bed and nestled in a corner.

I immediately ran into the room and found my mother crying too.

"It's not all right, is it? It doesn't have to be true, right? I said, reaching out to grab the fat cat Oscar.

And Mom stretched out her hand and said, "Don't catch it, call your dad." ”

I froze and didn't listen to my mother.

"Mom, can I take Oscar away?" I said.

"Just let it stay here, we can't change that. Getting rid of it won't change the facts. Mom said.

"There's nothing you can do?" I said.

The old woman on the hospital bed next to her said: "This is the sixty-third prophecy, and the Oscars in front of me have not been missed." ”

"Maybe it's just that he's tired and just wants to lie down here. I'll just carry it out, and it must have made a mistake. I reached out and picked up Oscar.

Oscar let out a cat meow and broke free of my hand.

Continue to nest in the corner of the bed.

I'm going to hug it.

Mom shouted, "Lixia is enough." ”

Mom finished speaking, followed by a cough.

I reluctantly lowered my head and called my dad.

Dad learned about Oscar and immediately put down his work.

Half an hour.

Dad, Mom, and Oscar are in the hospital room.

And I was crouching outside the ward.

My mind went blank.

Finally, I couldn't suppress my emotions and cried.

I ran into the hospital room in a frenzy.

Picked up Oscar.

The crowd was taken aback by my actions.

Oscar fluttered and jumped out of my arms and onto my face.

The front paws scratched my face, followed by a cat meow.

I had a cut in my left eye, my lower eyelid.

And the fat cat Oscar then nested on his mother's body and did not move.

Blood was dripping down my face and dripping onto the white sheets.

I froze in place, and my dad hurriedly came over and grabbed my left eye.

Dad helped me out and went straight to the emergency room.

Seven stitches were required for surgery on the left eye, and it was covered with white gauze.

I was taken to the next room and not allowed to move.

The doctor said that the cat only scratched the eyelid and did not hurt the eyeball, but there are infections that may require hospitalization.

I lay on the hospital bed, keeping my tears in check to keep them from reaching the stitched wound.

I didn't sleep all night, and the next day my dad brought the news of my mom's death.