He put the white cat on the table, took out the wound medicine and gauze from the drawer, and put it on the table.

I checked the white cat's wound, the wound was a little deep, still bleeding, I picked up the medicine, and was about to put it on it, seeing the white cat staring at me, I felt a little guilty, touched his furry head and said, "This medicine may hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

I carefully sprinkled medicine on its wound, and the white cat's body shrank suddenly, probably because of the pain, and stood up, stretched out his paws and scratched my hand, and the skin on my hand was suddenly broken, and some slight blood oozed out.

"Don't move," I ignored the scratches on my hand, watching its wounds flow more and more from its movements, only to feel a little glaring.

"If it hurts, bite my hand, okay?"

I put my hand to the white cat's mouth, and the white cat opened its mouth, revealing two sharp teeth, and showed a fierce look, as if it were about to bite my hand off.

Seeing that he had taken a mouth, I didn't hide, I closed my eyes, and for a long time, the expected pain did not come, but a slippery and soft thing fell on my hand.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the white cat had lost its fierce appearance, sticking out its tongue and licking the scratches on my hands.

"You're not biting me?" I looked at it and thought it was cute, and I reached out to touch it, but the white cat avoided it.

It retracted its tongue, looked at me, turned its head again, and lay meekly on its stomach, waiting for me to give it the medicine.

This time, it didn't scratch me again, I drugged it, and when I saw that the bleeding stopped, I brought clean water, carefully cleaned the blood-stained white hair on my body, and when I was done with all this, I wrapped it in gauze.

"Where are you going?"

As soon as I finished bandaging him, the white cat got up, and as if it was leaving, I quickly stopped it, wrapped it in a mattress, and put it on the bedside table.

I crouched down, stared into its eyes, and said, "Your wound has stopped bleeding and you can't move, so stay here tonight and don't go anywhere." ”

The white cat sank its eyelids, seemed to give me a blank look, turned its head, and pointed its ass at me.

I went out to pour water, and when I came in, I found that the white cat had jumped on the ground, so I grabbed it back and put it back on the mattress on the bedside table.

When I looked at it, I saw that the gauze was a little red.

"Look, it's bleeding again, don't move around, sleep obediently, okay?"

I was a little helpless, the white cat drooped its eyelids, rested its head on its two paws, and closed its eyes.

"That's good."

I touched its head, lifted the quilt, and was about to go to bed, when I saw it secretly open its eyes and couldn't help frowning.

Afraid that it would run around again, I took a red rope out of the drawer, got into bed, tied one end to its paws, and the other to my wrists, and covered it with a quilt.

It would have been past 12 o'clock, and I was so sleepy that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

I had a dream that the white cat was about to run again, I went after it, ran into a yard, and saw the white cat stop on the grass, I approached cautiously, reached out to catch it but pounced.

I fell to the ground, and there was a puddle of mud on the ground, and my hands and body were covered with mud.

I looked at the white cat, and I saw the white cat leap forward, and was caught by a young man, and held him in his arms, and the young man saw me and was a little surprised.

"Who are you? Why are you bullying my family? ”