My little flower cat

My little flower cat

Xu Quan

My little flower cat died, and it ate poisonous food. According to eyewitnesses, it was in pain when it died, and began to hunch over and scream, then fell to the ground, kicked its front and back legs, and finally left the world it loved with its eyes open. As for who killed a small creature, it is unknown. The information I got was that some people said that my little cat often climbed into the private car to play and sometimes peed on the car. The so-called victim has an extreme understanding of this, and under this psychological drive, a small life that was so beautiful disappeared from my home forever. I am saddened, but cannot blame this behavior. What I want to say is: my little flower cat has a very regular life and does not defecate in the open. It is said that cats have nine lives, but under the unscrupulous strangulation of human beings, even if they have ten lives, they are also in danger.

My little flower cat has a fate with my family for many lifetimes. Four years ago, on the third day of the first lunar month, my family went out to visit relatives. At the door of my garage, it's meowing. As soon as the family members who were overflowing with love called it, it ran to us and became a member of my family from then on, and named it Little Flower Cat. Animals are spiritual, and my little flower cat is even better. Not only is it cute, but it also coquettish, and we do our best to feed it. It grows quickly and develops well. The neighbor's underground garage became his home, and the owner of the garage liked it and often gave it some food, and some caring people also gave it food. It grows happily under our common care. Half a year after coming to my house, it suddenly disappeared. We were in a hurry, looking everywhere, but there was still no sign of it. A month later, it came back with a long rope around its neck. When it saw me, it screamed loudly, like a wronged child. I don't know if it was taken with someone or by someone. Judging by the long rope it drags, it is also a kind person who wants to adopt it. If you're afraid that it will get lost, tie a safety rope to it. It didn't adapt to the life of being bound, and it came back to my house while people weren't looking. Looking at cats in this way has memories and wisdom. It longs for a life of freedom and ease.

The little flower cat is lost, and we take more care of it. It's also getting cuter and more well-behaved. We sometimes go to the countryside to do farm work, and we also take it to the countryside to play. In the countryside, he learned to climb trees, learned to catch birds, and made friends and rivals. My little cat is male, it is very cute, it is favored by many partners, and of course it also attracts a lot of opponents. Once, because we had a lot of work, we lived in the countryside for a few days, and it met a strong opponent. A male cat twice its size competes with him for food, and he obediently submits. Sometimes the big cat attacks it, and it climbs up the treetops so fast that the big cat can only look at the trees and sigh. It has learned to run away from its enemies reasonably, and I am glad for it.

My little flower cat is very smart. It had several adventures, but all of them were thrilling. One day we took him to the countryside to harvest corn, and it was late when we returned. We delivered corn to a friend, but I don't know if it was because we were tired from the journey, or if we thought we were home. As soon as the car stopped, it couldn't wait to jump out of the car and run, no matter what I called it, it wouldn't come out. We had to go to another friend's house, and when we returned, we looked for it where we were. Hearing the whistle, it ran out and went home with us. Last year's Dragon Boat Festival, we took it to the countryside to pick mugwort leaves by the river. After getting out of the car, it quickly ran into the woods. We were too busy picking mugwort leaves to pay attention to it. After picking mugwort leaves, there is no trace of it. When we walked to the river, we saw that it was trapped in a high ground without water in the middle of the river. It wandered on the ground, screaming. I hurriedly got out of the car to see what was going on. There happened to be a willow tree by the river that had been washed away by the water, and I pressed down the willow tree, and the treetops stuck to the ground. It seemed to understand what I meant, and gently climbed the tree and walked back along the willow tree. Presumably, out of curiosity, it climbed the crooked neck tree. When the treetops hit the ground, it also fell with the treetops into the clearing. Back in the car, it spoiled us, like a living treasure.

My little flower cat is picky about food and specializes in cat food and chicken liver. It goes out to play at night and comes back in the morning. Wash it first, then eat, and then sleep on the chair after eating. One morning in March of this year, I picked it up, after everything was processed. Bring it cat food, it doesn't eat and doesn't want to rest at home. It barked at the door, and I took it to the garage and gave it cat food. It took a few bites and left, but it was gone forever. Maybe I was careless. If I let him sleep at home, if I prepare his favorite food, he may not be so greedy, but there is no if in life. Perhaps it was so hungry that it mistakenly ate the food put on it by someone who intended to harm it, and embarked on the point of no return. Its hoarse cry before it dies is a denunciation and accusation against its victims.

My little flower cat has been dead for half a year, and I haven't forgotten it. People sometimes feel weird, one day I was watching TV at home and suddenly I heard a cat barking outside the door. I stood up and opened the door to see that it was really a cat, but it was not my little flower cat. I called it and it ran away in a hurry. Somehow, that night, I dreamed of my little flower cat. It stood in front of me blankly, not screaming, not coquettishly to me, just looking at me pitifully. I woke up all of a sudden, and my heart hurt so much.

Xu Quan, born on May 26, 1965, returned to his hometown after graduating from high school in 1984 to become a rural teacher, and became a full-time teacher in 1992. From a young age, I began to love literature. He also tried to write, wrote some articles, many of which appeared in newspapers, among which the social news "Save the Children" won the second prize of the "Hongshan Evening News" social news essay, which caused a certain social repercussion at that time. To this day, I still continue to write, striving for a perfect life.