I remember it was a dimly lit evening, and the alley was filled with the smell of earthy after the rain. A black and white cat suddenly jumped out of the garbage can, its glimmering eyes shining brightly in the dim streetlight. I stopped, felt pity, and reached out to touch it, but I didn't expect it to suddenly stretch out its claws, and the sharp claws cut my wrists, and the blood immediately stained my **.
At that moment, I felt pain, but more of a concern about it. I know that it wasn't intentional, it was just instinctively defensive. I chose to prepare food for it and put it in a corner of my house. Gradually, it began to appear every evening, looking at me from afar, as if to scrutinize me, trying to judge my intentions.
After a few days of patient waiting, the cat finally began to slowly accept me, it no longer dodged as much as it had at first, and even allowed me to gently stroke its head. I named it "Black and White", and whenever I mentioned it, it would jump out of my feet, jump onto my lap, and rub its soft body against me, as if to express its intimacy and trust.
Over time, Black and White became a special friend of mine. Every day when I get home from work, what I look forward to the most is to see Black and White waiting for me at the door, its lazy appearance can always instantly eliminate my fatigue of the day. One day, however, black and white suddenly disappeared. I was so anxious, like a child who had lost my bearings, that I looked around for it. I shuttled through the rain, every corner, every place I might hide, I didn't want to let go. Until in a dark corner, I found it, curled up in a corner, covered in mud and wounds. I carefully carried it home and gently cleaned its wounds, its slightly trembling body that made me feel distressed.
Quality Author List Since then, black and white has never left me. It seemed to understand my care and love for it, and became more dependent on me. Whenever I look down at it, I can see a special emotion in its eyes, which is its trust and dependence on me, and it is also a special scenery in my life. The experience of being scratched, although it brought me pain, also gave me an unexpected friend. In working with black and white, I learned patience and persistence.