A very short story based on the owner of his own cat
Zimu, a kitten who is much loved at home, as a kitten who lives in several acres of woods (thinks to herself)
It has a very busy day, and it's very difficult to take care of it. Forget it, who makes it the backbone of the family (I still think of myself)
PS: There are poplar and peach trees right in front of my house. There are no cars or rats for a month or two. People who live in the city should not keep free-range cats~
Purpose: I hope the kittens will care for the orphans and widowers
