I am a cat, a domestic cat that is completely black.
I have a strange owner. She seldom talks and always feeds me milk with a smile. Sometimes, she would cry and get angry at me. After scolding and beating me, she would gently touch my head and feed me.
She was very possessive of me and never let others touch me or let me leave the house. If I ran to another room (her mother's room), she would wipe my whole body with wet wipes and then hold me to sleep.
She weaned me off my breasts as soon as I started teething and fed me raw meat. On weekends, she also had a small bowl of fish eyes, which she would make me eat even if she swallowed them whole. I hated the fishy smell at first, but gradually got used to it and liked it.
I gradually became wiser and understood that my master had some mental illness, and I also understood that she was raising me to cure her illness. I also knew how to coax people, but one night she committed suicide by jumping off the building.
Her parents shed tears every day, never believing that their lively and cheerful daughter could be so obsessed with it. Later, they were afraid of seeing anything related to their daughter, so they sent me away. I have since become a stray cat.
When I was wandering, I accidentally met an old cat. It only saw me once and asked me to follow it. I asked it why, and it only said that cultivation is convenient.
"Practice?"
"You are destined to be the chosen one, let's go, civet."