I'm a cat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know who my father is, but he must have been just a random wild cat on the side of the road, a call from the wild, a chance encounter with my mother, and gave birth to our little lives in the fall.

In the small yard, in the sound of rumbling machines, she always licks/licks/my fur gently, and when we play with each other and walk away, she will take us back to our place, and when someone approaches, she will show her hideous face, sharp teeth and claws, so as to protect us.

My mother once told us that the most dangerous beasts in the world are two-legged beasts, which have two different legs than we do, and have no hair on their bodies, and that they must hide every time they encounter them.

But why did the mother come over every time a few of the two beasts appeared?

Don't understand.

Suddenly, one day, I was caught by a two-legged beast and went out for the first time in my life.

In a small box, a thick blanket was padded, and a pair of warm hands carried me into the box. There was no familiar smell of my mother and siblings, and I felt a great panic and screamed.

There was a voice of talking, and there was another piece of cloth on the blanket under my feet, and there was a smell of my mother, and I settled down a little.

I looked through the little glimmer of light, and my mother was standing not far away looking at me, meowing, but not stepping forward.

As I walked slowly, I heard more voices in my ears, and even the cloth could no longer comfort me, and I scurried uneasily in the box, screaming in terror.

Stopped, the hand reached in and groped for my head, stroking it gently, even as I panicked.

I kept screaming, and when I called, she responded, trying to learn my tune, the twisted tune.

It felt like it was a long, long time before I saw the bright light again, but I didn't dare to move, and I didn't dare to move a step for a long time.

The man didn't bother me, he was busy with his own ping-pong, I hid there and looked around secretly, there was not the slightest familiarity, I couldn't name those strange things, but they all looked so tall.

Footsteps sounded, and I retracted into the box again, this time being forcibly held in my arms.

She said something I didn't understand, screaming repeatedly, and I struggled to shake it off, but stopped when I smelled the aroma at hand.

The white one was like my mother's milk/juice, exuding a seductive aroma, and when I was hungry, I stuck out my tongue to lick it, and she immediately let go of me and put the white plate beside me.

It's still not as good as my mother's taste, and after a few bites, my stomach is full.

I wanted to go back to the box and hide it, compared to this stranger place, the box was already the most familiar to me, but I was picked up again.

It seemed warmer than before, and I was just a little sleepy, so I gasped and prepared for bed.

I shrank there, warmer than my mother's, and her paws were soft, and she brought something over it, blocking out all the light, and after a while, she shoved something under me.

I even felt a little hot.

The surroundings were quiet, there was no meaningful noise, and when I woke up, I was about to climb out, but I found that the surroundings were firmly stuffed.

I couldn't help it, so I found a direction and tried to make a hole, and finally got out and started to explore the place.

As I walked, it was soft everywhere, and I couldn't help but scream, wanting to summon my mom and brother to play together, "Meow meow." "But I screamed for a long time, but they didn't appear.

It was only then that I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have left my mother, and I was looking for a place to hide in my heart.

Soon, there was another sound of footsteps, and I immediately shrank deeper into the corner and looked through the gap.

Her hands kept swinging, moving faster and faster, as if rummaging for something.

Finally, she found me, grabbed me despite my resistance, and took me into her arms, stroking my head and body in a panic.

What a strange biped.

Soon I was purring, curled up in her arms, and was back to sleep. This time she didn't stuff me into that warm little nest, but kept holding me, leaning her head against me, and found something thick to cover us.

When I woke up, I was back in my nest.

I don't remember, I cried out in anguish.

She heard the sound and hurriedly put another hot dish in front of me.

I was licking slowly, and she kept staring.

..............

With a bang, she left, and no matter what I called, I didn't hear her footsteps.

I found the box, the cushion inside, the cloth, there was still my breath, the smell from my mother, I happily took it in my mouth, and stepped on it hard.

I thought in my heart, "Mommy, Mommy." ”

Mom didn't show up.

Mom doesn't want me anymore.

When I got tired, I began to explore the surroundings with crooked steps, and soon I became sleepy again and crawled back........

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By the time she picked me up, I was still confused.

She put me in a super large basin, first pulled the sand in it a few times with her hands, and then pinched my paws and gouged a few times, moving and talking as she went, but I couldn't understand it. A cold, cold thing approached my ass and wiped it gently but irresistibly.

I suddenly understood, and quickly squatted in the basin and began to excrete, and consciously dug the sand to bury the traces of crime.

She flipped me over and stared at my ass very seriously for a long time, until I waved my paws impatiently, and then let go.

After a few more days, the food has improved, there are more solids in the simple liquid, the soak is very transparent and soft, and it is very fragrant in the mouth.

Actually, I can already eat by myself, but she still hugs and feeds me, and at the same time she mutters the same pronunciation, I don't understand, so I still eat, drink, sleep and sleep.

It's just that sometimes, when she's not staring at me, I still go to that place, pick up the cloth, and call my mom who never gets an answer.

She would sleep with me in her arms, and every day she would fall asleep smelling her familiar scent, as if she had come into my life instead of my mother. It wasn't until she sneezed one sneeze after another, and her whole body trembled when she hit me, and then she stopped hugging me. Inexplicably, I was a little lost.

I would eat many times a day, each time it was a shallow plate, and every time she would take it away when she came back, even if she couldn't finish it, and never let me drink those cold things, and in the middle of the night, I would always feel a pair of hands come in through the cracks in the nest, caress me, and finally leave after touching my warm body temperature.

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I don't know how other people of the same kind live, but in my heart, I gradually feel that every day seems to be very good.

It's just that sometimes I still remember, what about Mom? What about my brother? What about my sister?

It's gone, and I'm left alone.

She'd be in my black and white hair, looking for and caressing, she'd look deep into my ears in the bright light, she'd clicked the tips of my sharp claws, she would growl loudly when I wet the ground, and she would talk at me, even if she knew I didn't understand.

Of course, I don't understand, why she growls, why she touches, why I never see her alone. All I need to do is explore this big house and patrol the territory after eating and drinking enough every day.

Emboldened, I climbed one peak after another, and finally found that there was one place where her familiar smell was the strongest.

I wanted to see it, and every day I started thinking about jumping on it, and I succeeded.

But when she saw me on it, she took me down, put me back in the nest, and after muttering a few words to me, she closed the door.

I think my biggest wish in life was to climb up to that place, and then I learned that it was called a bed.

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Maybe this life will be consumed day by day, knowing the end of life.

It's just that from one day onwards, my whole cat life is different.

It was another full meal, and I was lying comfortably on her lap, her hand caressing my head and body, and again, and again, and again, and I was purring, and the whole cat was about to sink into that comfort, but she suddenly grabbed my hair, held down one of them, and did not let go, and stretched out another hand to come together.

I felt the pain and the controlled anger and began to resist, but she uncharacteristically held my head, still pinching my hair.

At that moment, I opened my mouth and bit down on her arm.

That bite changed my cat life.