You ask me how deeply I love you, it represents my heart
When I was in elementary school, a stray dog came to my door. It was a pug. I fed it several times and used old clothes to make a nest for it.
It was quite afraid of me at first, but then it got familiar with me. It would sleep wherever my old clothes were spread, but it behaved well and even had a little ambiguity with a male dog nearby.
The last time I saw it was a night when the weather was not very good. I couldn't see it clearly. I ran after it for a long time. Its hind legs seemed to be tied to the back of another dog, or its tail was tied together. The dog dragged it and kept running. I couldn't catch up. Later, it disappeared and never appeared again.
The male dog with whom he has a little ambiguity often comes to my door looking for him.
In junior high school, boys used to catch little wild cats and throw them off the sixth floor in order to look cool in front of girls. I felt disgusted when I saw their faces. I tried to stop them, but it was useless. I also felt isolated from that time. The target of their pranks became me. They started throwing lunch boxes into the trash can, getting books wet, etc. After getting rid of them in high school I was as lively and bright as crazy. When it comes to forming cliques or whatever, as long as there are people around, I will put one foot in front of them. As happy as I smile, I feel inferior to myself. But luckily, I met a few close friends after I went to college. Even though they were all far away from each other, they would usually send each other some specialties, gifts, etc. So people still have to look forward and let them go their own way. The most important thing is to be happy with it. Haha, after reading this article, I was a bit emotional and incoherent. Come on! Live life for yourself, don't let these things take away from your beautiful day.
Is Qi Le Rongrong based on this factory???
Sigh... In fact, it's all a human problem, right? If we took good care of small animals, would there be so many stray cats and dogs? I can't say there won't be, but there will definitely not be as many as now.
After all, people are still selfish. It is not a trivial matter to cause a power outage. I know that the airport will also expel small animals. Birds, dogs, cats, whether they are rare or not, many of them will be killed!! After all, compared with human lives, their lives are still cheap - even though the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs!
A few months ago, a black cat followed me upstairs. The cat had beautiful, smooth fur with no stray hairs. Its yellow-green eyes looked at me without fear of strangers, a bit lazy and a bit noble. I am a person who can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. In the refrigerator, apart from a few bottles of beer and a few packets of alcoholic peanuts, I couldn't find anything to feed it. After all, the cat was lucky. I actually found some raw meat in the freezer, melted it with hot water and iced it, chopped it up piece by piece, and fed it to it. The cat was probably very hungry, and it quickly ate up the few pieces of meat, and there was still more to it. I felt like I had run out of food, so I ignored it and opened the door, hoping that it would go out on its own, but somehow it stayed in my house and refused to leave. I crossed my legs and watched TV and it curled up and slept on my sofa. I just let it go while I drank beer and ate peanuts. Maybe it was the addition of a living creature in the deserted home that made me feel softer in my heart.
The cat would make a strange sound of "purring" when sleeping. I saw that it was sleeping comfortably and its mustache was trembling slightly. Somehow, I had the urge to touch it. My hand was close to its soft-looking body, and it immediately woke up and threatened to stretch out its sharp claws.
The next day when I went to work, it went out of the house with me. I didn't think it would come back. But when I went to the supermarket, besides wine and peanuts, I bought two ham sausages. Maybe in my subconscious, I still hoped that the cat would come back. When I arrived at the place where I met it yesterday, I pretended to glance casually, but I didn't see the cat again. I laughed at my own boredom. I took out the key, a simple key, and rotated it on my fingertips. The beer bottle in the belt clinked with a clanking sound. This is the lifestyle I have become accustomed to. It may be monotonous, but there is nothing wrong with it.
My home is on the fifth floor, and I use an iron door that can only guard against gentlemen to isolate a space that belongs only to me. Work and life are the same as most people, and there is nothing wrong with that. When I opened the door, the cat came out of nowhere and swaggered into my house. It jumped on the sofa and licked its paws as if it were its owner. I think I should have smiled when I saw it, but there is no one else to prove it.
In the next few days, I would always buy two ham sausages after get off work. Shuanghui is the best of the best, with lots of meat. The days gradually passed in the tacit understanding between me and a cat. I did not investigate where it came from, and it never made any comments about me. It was not afraid of me and did not allow me to touch it. We shared the sofa, the TV, and he gradually had the cat's food bowl, a towel I didn't want, and the living room at night. I provide it with food and a place to sleep. It is free to be near and out with me. We coexist peacefully on the sofa for four hours, and then we go to sleep separately. I don't know if it will dream of me, but it is in my dream.
When the cat disappeared a few weeks later, I would initially open the door and wait for him, placing the purchased ham in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, closest to the door handle. Then I stopped leaving the door open. I was a little angry. I felt like I was being defrauded of money and sex, but I couldn't bear to open the door from time to time. Later, I became too lazy and didn't want to move. I just lay on the sofa, drank wine, ate peanuts, and watched TV. It was just like before, and there was nothing wrong with it.
A few days later, I threw away the cat food bowl and the towel, and changed the sofa, but I always felt that there were lice on my body. I felt itchy and felt uncomfortable, so I cursed and bought medicine and applied it randomly and sprinkled it. Isn't it?
Like... I hope that cat will be reincarnated soon.
Amitabha!
May the kitten be reincarnated as soon as possible and be free from suffering and gain happiness!
You ask me how deeply I love you, it represents my heart
When I was in elementary school, a stray dog came to my door. It was a pug. I fed it several times and used old clothes to make a nest for it. It was quite afraid of me at first, but then it got familiar with me. It would sleep wherever my old clothes were spread, but it behaved well and even had a little ambiguity with a male dog nearby. The last time I saw it was a night when the weather was not very good. I couldn't see it clearly. I ran after it for a long time. Its hind legs seemed to be tied to the back of another dog, or its tail was tied together. The dog dragged it and kept running. I couldn't catch up. Later, it disappeared and never appeared again. The male dog with whom he has a little ambiguity often comes to my door looking for him.
In junior high school, boys used to catch little wild cats and throw them off the sixth floor in order to look cool in front of girls. I felt disgusted when I saw their faces. I tried to stop them, but it was useless. I also felt isolated from that time. The target of their pranks became me. They started throwing lunch boxes into the trash can, getting books wet, etc. After getting rid of them in high school I was as lively and bright as crazy. When it comes to forming cliques or whatever, as long as there are people around, I will put one foot in front of them. As happy as I smile, I feel inferior to myself. But luckily, I met a few close friends after I went to college. Even though they were all far away from each other, they would usually send each other some specialties, gifts, etc. So people still have to look forward and let them go their own way. The most important thing is to be happy with it. Haha, after reading this article, I was a bit emotional and incoherent. Come on! Live life for yourself, don't let these things take away from your beautiful day.
Is Qi Le Rongrong based on this factory???
Sigh... In fact, it's all a human problem, right? If we took good care of small animals, would there be so many stray cats and dogs? I can't say there won't be, but there will definitely not be as many as now.
After all, people are still selfish. It is not a trivial matter to cause a power outage. I know that the airport will also expel small animals. Birds, dogs, cats, whether they are rare or not, many of them will be killed!! After all, compared with human lives, their lives are still cheap - even though the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs!
A few months ago, a black cat followed me upstairs. The cat had beautiful, smooth fur with no stray hairs. Its yellow-green eyes looked at me without fear of strangers, a bit lazy and a bit noble. I am a person who can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. In the refrigerator, apart from a few bottles of beer and a few packets of alcoholic peanuts, I couldn't find anything to feed it. After all, the cat was lucky. I actually found some raw meat in the freezer, melted it with hot water and iced it, chopped it up piece by piece, and fed it to it. The cat was probably very hungry, and it quickly ate up the few pieces of meat, and there was still more to it. I felt like I had run out of food, so I ignored it and opened the door, hoping that it would go out on its own, but somehow it stayed in my house and refused to leave. I crossed my legs and watched TV and it curled up and slept on my sofa. I just let it go while I drank beer and ate peanuts. Maybe it was the addition of a living creature in the deserted home that made me feel softer in my heart. The cat would make a strange sound of "purring" when sleeping. I saw that it was sleeping comfortably and its mustache was trembling slightly. Somehow, I had the urge to touch it. My hand was close to its soft-looking body, and it immediately woke up and threatened to stretch out its sharp claws. The next day when I went to work, it went out of the house with me. I didn't think it would come back. But when I went to the supermarket, besides wine and peanuts, I bought two ham sausages. Maybe in my subconscious, I still hoped that the cat would come back. When I arrived at the place where I met it yesterday, I pretended to glance casually, but I didn't see the cat again. I laughed at my own boredom. I took out the key, a simple key, and rotated it on my fingertips. The beer bottle in the belt clinked with a clanking sound. This is the lifestyle I have become accustomed to. It may be monotonous, but there is nothing wrong with it. My home is on the fifth floor, and I use an iron door that can only guard against gentlemen to isolate a space that belongs only to me. Work and life are the same as most people, and there is nothing wrong with that. When I opened the door, the cat came out of nowhere and swaggered into my house. It jumped on the sofa and licked its paws as if it were its owner. I think I should have smiled when I saw it, but there is no one else to prove it. In the next few days, I would always buy two ham sausages after get off work. Shuanghui is the best of the best, with lots of meat. The days gradually passed in the tacit understanding between me and a cat. I did not investigate where it came from, and it never made any comments about me. It was not afraid of me and did not allow me to touch it. We shared the sofa, the TV, and he gradually had the cat's food bowl, a towel I didn't want, and the living room at night. I provide it with food and a place to sleep. It is free to be near and out with me. We coexist peacefully on the sofa for four hours, and then we go to sleep separately. I don't know if it will dream of me, but it is in my dream. When the cat disappeared a few weeks later, I would initially open the door and wait for him, placing the purchased ham in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, closest to the door handle. Then I stopped leaving the door open. I was a little angry. I felt like I was being defrauded of money and sex, but I couldn't bear to open the door from time to time. Later, I became too lazy and didn't want to move. I just lay on the sofa, drank wine, ate peanuts, and watched TV. It was just like before, and there was nothing wrong with it. A few days later, I threw away the cat food bowl and the towel, and changed the sofa, but I always felt that there were lice on my body. I felt itchy and felt uncomfortable, so I cursed and bought medicine and applied it randomly and sprinkled it. Isn't it?
Like... I hope that cat will be reincarnated soon.
Amitabha! May the kitten be reincarnated as soon as possible and be free from suffering and gain happiness!