Some time ago, I took my son back to my hometown in the countryside. Because I went back with my eldest sister, my second sister, and my eldest sister's nephew, the old house where my father lived could not accommodate the rest of us, so I took my son to live with my uncle at night.
My uncle is the only living relative on my mother's side, and he has already passed his sixtieth year. Because he has been doing part-time jobs in the city where I live for the past ten years, I can see and move around frequently. In addition, as I grow older, I value this kind of family relationship more and more. Every time I go back to my hometown in the countryside, I will visit my uncle and him.
My uncle's family has two cats, one gray and one black. In addition to my aunt, my uncle's family, cousins and children all like cats very much.
The spring night was still a bit cold, especially before the heating period. The two kittens meowed loudly because of the cold, so my uncle opened his quilt and let the two kittens get into his bed.
When my son saw his uncle's behavior, he also wanted the kitten to sleep in his bed. Maybe children are born with a love for small animals. I quickly stopped my son and warned him that kittens were unhygienic and had too many bacteria and parasites on their bodies. He should not touch the kitten with his hands, and he could not sleep with the kitten in his arms. My son immediately retorted to me, "Mom, you once said that you loved kittens when you were a child, so you slept with the kitten in your arms." I was at a loss for words.
Yes, when I was a child, that was a long, long time ago, and my family also had cats.