It's still the little wild cat from my hometown. I was a kitten cub last summer, and I have become a big fat cat when I go back this winter vacation.

It calls this home. During the summer vacation, I often fed him, but when he ate, he still stared at me cautiously, hunched over and quietly poked his head over and ate slowly with a piece of steamed bread in his mouth.

I was very careful about this, but sitting on the little bench, twisting and scratching the floor, it slipped away with a clatter.

So I've been annoyed with this cat all the time, how I feed it, and it always refuses to approach me. Sometimes when I open the curtain of the kitchen door, it scares me by the sudden black arrow that pops out from under my feet.

But yesterday I went out to bask in the sun, and when I turned my head back, I suddenly caught a glimpse of it curled up, lying on the mat of the electric motorcycle, afraid that it would run away again, so I pretended not to see it, and it stared at me motionless.

This morning, when I was eating, it actually burrowed under the table like a loach, and its head stuck out from under the table to look at me.

I'm surprised when it started trusting me.

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