I am a cat, a native cat, and I have come to a new home.
There are many people in this house, including the elderly and children. These people are very strange and I am a little scared.
Recently, I was chatting with my sister, and suddenly I talked about the old cat at home who died of illness. Looking back on its life, I couldn't help crying. Now I am taking advantage of the time to write down the old cat's life. This article is written in the first person, using the cat's vision to write its life. Some of it is fantasy, but most of it is real. This cat has no name in its life, and I don't know what to call it, so I just use the "cat" that my family has always called.