I picked up a little black cat on a rainy night and named it Nuo Nuo.
She is good, clingy, loves to eat fish, and will squat at the door waiting for me to get off work.
Until two o'clock in the morning, she turned into a girl in my living room, stepped on the floor with bare feet, folded blankets, and still gave me a massage.
During the day she is the little black cat in my arms.
At night she was wearing my T-shirt and squatting at the door of the kitchen.
She said she was afraid of my old age.
I picked up the cat and said, "Then love me more before I get old."
