I remember a lot of things.
I remember how to detect the temperature of the ground with my paw pads, remember which window has the scent of birds behind the screen, remember which corner of the soft plateau the first ray of light falls on every day.
What I can't remember is: have I eaten just now? Which door is the litter box behind? What is my name? The strange space that refreshes every day when I wake up.
And - who are you.
You squat down, stretch out your hand, and shout an unfamiliar syllable. There is a smile on your face, but there is a moist light in your eyes. Your smell is very sweet, like sun-baked fluff, like the air after the rain that appears repeatedly in my dreams.
Mi took a step back.
No, Mi took a lot of steps back. Mi hides under the largest hard surface, arches her back, explodes her hair, and vents at you. Your hands froze in mid-air, and your voice sounded like something was broken. I don't understand your words, but I understand the brokenness - it breaks your heart.
I don't know why.
Mi only knows that at this moment, you are strange, this world is strange, and Mi herself is also strange.
Then, I don't know how much time passed.
Mi crawled out from under the hard surface. Her legs hurt and she walked very slowly. You sit on the edge of the soft plateau, head bowed, shoulders trembling slightly. Mi walked to your feet and rubbed your hand with her head.
Your hand fell on Mi's back, gently, as if you were afraid of being startled.
You're saying that syllable "mi" again. This time, Mi didn't hide.
I don't know who you are.
But I know you need me.
This is very strange. You are so big, much bigger than a microphone. You can stand, walk, and make complex sounds. You don't need Mi's protection. The one who needs protection - the smaller, more fragile one - cannot find him. I look for him every day, and look for him in my dreams every night. He is still curled up in a corner of Mi's memory, small, waiting for Mi to rub his hand, waiting for Mi to tell him "don't be afraid".
But you.
Your sadness is so heavy that I can smell it across the room.
So Mi came over.
I don't remember who you are, who I am, whether this is home, or why I was afraid of you just now.
But remember to rub your hand.
That's one of the few things that Mi knows how to do to make sadness a little lighter.
You lowered your head and buried your face in Mi's fur. Your tears are hot, falling on my back one by one.
The microphone purred intermittently, like a small machine that had been rusty for a long time but was still working hard to rotate.
You don't have to know how hard you have to work to remember how to purr.
All you need to know is——
Even if I forget the whole world, I will still remember to come to you.
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Maomao🐱: Duan Changsheng (black hair, pink melon and golden eyes) Mimi, I just turned 18 this year ฅ
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This article mainly talks about the daily life of cats with Alzheimer's disease. The main perspective is the perspective of cats.
Concept: Cats are human family members