I am a stray civet cat born in the city. In ancient times, I was said to be of good appearance: "dark clouds cover snow."
However, although I am a good cat with a sharp head, agile agility, and good at catching mice as described in ancient times, I do not fit in with the current aesthetic of pets, so no one adopts me. In addition, I was too strong and had no chance of getting hurt, so no one could rescue me or find a new owner.
As for me, I am very wary of people, and I don't think those so-called ladies and brothers would ask for trouble!
There is always a vague memory in my mind. Human beings say this is a past life. But I think this is what I saw and heard when my missing cat lady was pregnant.
I shuttled between cities, fought desperately, and occupied territory, just to find my mother and ask me what these messed up memories were. What has she experienced? Why did you leave me? Do I have any brothers or sisters?
But finally one day, a big orange cat jumped out from nowhere and scratched me. I was kicked out of the territory, and I lay under the car on a rainy night to heal my wounds. A certain troublesome man lured me home with a piece of ham sausage...
Well, is this the beginning of a happy cat life?
Purpose: Look at humans from the perspective of animals, and call on everyone to pay more attention to stray cats and native civet cats. It is everyone's responsibility to care for small animals.