Cat

Suddenly I remembered something again. Or "awareness." Cats have no names. I call him "Mimi" casually, sometimes "Meow Meow" or "Zhaocai". There are also some very strange names, such as "Si Sha" and "Lie Lie". I even called him names like "Lu Xun" and "Robinson". As well as "Brother Baoyu", "Comrade", "Potato" and the like. Extraordinarily wide variety. Looking back now, I always feel... ... Sentiment? I don't know how to describe it either. I really wanted to choose a name from the beginning, and give him a good name. Is it easy to make a living with a bad name? Mimi meow meow. A bit of comedy? Wish you good fortune. Bringing some artistic flair? Forrest Gump. (?) Once you think of a name, you will think of a better one. Just put it aside. Later on, he became more easy-going. Maybe still in the afternoon, maybe before going to bed at night. I was feeding him canned food? Or think about it before going to bed. Suddenly I felt that since he had so many names, giving him a name would feel a little sorry for the name he had once had. It's a strange idea, but that's what I thought. Probably... The concept of "easy-going" was mixed together with other things, such as joyful emotions, sour memories, and youthful youth, and finally became his "name". This is his "name". What impressed me most was that time, I brought him canned cod for 14 yuan, which was a bit expensive for me at the time. He jumped down from the slide platform, and the afterglow gave every fiber of his hair a soft light. I looked at its golden beard and suddenly called him—— ——"name". The heartless kitten looked up at me for no reason. I was also oddly impressed. A few months later, he suddenly disappeared. Not like a kite, like a cat. I was in a hurry and felt I had to do or say something. But just like a headless fly. The only actual move I made was searching around that weekend. And some printed flyers taped to telephone poles. Not even a photo. It took three or four weeks for me to accept that I had probably lost him. In the end I was actually a little lucky. I don't know where to read a sentence. The general idea is—— "The name creates a bond between each other like a bridge." I'm glad I didn't give him a name. I won't be so sad. But many years later. Friday, July 1, 2022, 2:06 am Like that ordinary and gentle dusk. The 14-year-old boy is already 18 years old. On this ordinary and peaceful night. I looked out the window and suddenly remembered the demolished playground. And the cat. I suddenly realized that he already had a "name" Centered on the concept of "easy-going", it combines lost emotions, bitter memories, and regretful youth. Only for him, only for my cat. Name. I just realized that the names were mixed with things that "shouldn't be there". Even if it's just a "concept". ... It's also better than the ordinary bond between names. It's too deep...

Three or four years ago, I had a free-range cat, and he often appeared in the children's amusement park downstairs. He looks very thin and runs away from people. I have never touched him. One time, I accidentally wanted to give him some food, so I squatted there and waited for him to come over. He was very wary, but he still walked over slowly. He finally ate what I gave him and gave me a "meow~" sound. I even touched his head. From then on I brought him something to eat every day. Later, as I became more and more familiar with him, he would take the initiative to nuzzle me with his head, and when he was in a good mood, he would turn his plush belly out for me to touch... How many months have you been living like this? Maybe half a year. I like him more and more. I even started planning to raise him. …But he was gone. It was a very ordinary afternoon as usual. I brought him a sausage. Perhaps because of dusk, the sky looked particularly gorgeous, and the sunset seemed to be burning. I walked to the slide in the center of the children's playground and said "Meow?" …No response. I went to the bushes nearby to look for him. …Isn't there. "Maybe he ran away to play? Let's find him tomorrow." I thought. The next day, I brought two sausages and ate half of one because I was greedy... But when I was about to reach the old place, I started to feel a little uneasy. …The "worry" has come true. On the second day, I still didn't see him. The third day was the weekend, and I had free time to look for him in the community. ... How is it possible to find it? The community is very big, there are bushes, under cars, on trees... I can't possibly search them all. I didn't find him. "Maybe he'll be back in a few days?" I thought. But no. Nothing. I never saw him again. When I look at the slide, I suddenly get confused and subconsciously take out the fish intestines in my pocket. When I approach the slide, I feel like my feet are sinking, as if there is still a kitten there, rubbing its head against me and "meowing" at me when I walk towards it. This is an illusion. He's long gone. Later, the children's amusement park downstairs was demolished and the slide was no longer there. I was quite emotional at the time and a little unhappy. Six months of companionship [A 14-year-old's long dream on the slide] Accompanied by the gorgeous sunset [On an ordinary and gentle evening] Without any warning …never come back

A moment of silence for the biggest kitten. I have never had a cat, but I would like to have one but my conditions don't allow it. But there are many feral cats in our neighborhood. There was a little wild cat that impressed me deeply. It was black and white, very good-looking, but very thin. It often hung around under my building. I would always see it when I went downstairs every day. My house is on the sixth floor. One time, there was some rice and fish soup left after dinner. I was about to wash the dishes when I suddenly thought of the kitten. Thinking that it was so thin, I told my mother to feed it. The kittens are not very afraid of strangers, because our building is pretty good to cats (otherwise there wouldn't be so many stray cats). I carried the box down, and he came over after barking a few times. Then he started eating, his little head moving in the lunch box very cutely. After eating, she didn't run away immediately. She stood aside for a while and then came over to rub my legs. I felt soft, thinking that cats are so soft. Then I gave him whatever food I had, and our relationship got better and better. One time when I went out, she followed me to the gate of the community. When I turned around, I saw her following behind me. As soon as he saw me looking at him, he stopped moving. It's like playing with a wooden man. Originally, I decided to talk to my mother about raising him so that she could fully integrate into our family. Before going out for a walk that night, she barked at me nicely and acted coquettishly. When she came back, she was lying on the ground, surrounded by blood and coagulated blood. I think she was run over by a car, and her body was placed there, at the corner of the intersection. I couldn't believe it at the time, I stopped in front of her. I really never imagined that he would just leave like this. I felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about it. I made three small, inconspicuous bends towards her. After thinking about it for a while, I said "I'm sorry" in my heart. From then on, I never walked past the place where she lay when I went out in the morning. I felt that doing so would hurt the kitten, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

Kitten Mao is as delicate as a little prince. Fortunately, she met a good author.

Your cat is awesome. See you, take a breath, mine. Hey hey hey

A work written for no one, not bad, not bad

As always, I like this style of writing

You must love life very much, the writing from the animal perspective is so cute

It's not just for my own entertainment, I really like this style of writing

The author is great, awesome??