When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I would meet a little black cat on my way home every day. Occasionally, she would feed her some food when I was in the mood. One day, on a whim, she took the cat home. The little black cat glared at her and ran away. The next day, the third grader saw a little white cat in the same place.
Third grade: Have you changed your skin?
The little white cat followed her home, but the little black cat suddenly appeared, turned into a human, grabbed the junior high school student's hand, and said with a cold face: Get out of here.
Before she could respond, the little white cat turned into a human and hugged her from behind, saying in a long voice: "I don't."
Purpose: Love life