For several days in a row, I saw cats walking all over the ground and trees in the community. There was always a white and cool and noble lady cat, a fat cat with yellow tabby like Garfield, and a big cat with black eyes and white paws who could only see his butt. I really like Miss Meow. I saw her three times, and once she looked at me lovingly in the tree. Privately, I thought it would be so lovely if they added those three dogs. . .
Form a wandering association, and Miss Meow will be the secretary. In the form of a short sitcom (to be determined), it is light-hearted and not sensational (possibly).