In 2001, my father's big orange cat gave birth to several kittens, one of which was given to a colleague in the office, and my father also got a small milk kitten, an orange cat that had just reached the full moon.
This was our first cat in our family and our whole family paid special attention to her arrival.
My parents were busy buying milk powder and bottles for her, but unfortunately the nipples of the bottles were a bit big, and the kitten's mouth was too small, so it was a little difficult for her to drink milk from the bottles. In order to solve this problem, we bought syringes and hoses, which are specially used to feed the cats.
My cousin took the camera and deliberately let us hold this little orange cat and took a lot of ** as a souvenir. To this day, we still have those ** in our house.
After the kitten drank milk powder for two months, our family changed to give her steamed eggs. At first, my parents did it, but then my brother learned that he would make her steamed eggs first thing in the morning, and he fed her like this for four months.
The kitten grew into a giant cat in just seven months, showing amazing hunting skills, even being able to spontaneously catch a mouse, and then performing a classic cat-mouse play in front of my grandmother.
My brother has a penchant for fishing and shrimping, and often fishes or goes to the net, and our cat always silently watches his every move.
Once, after a heavy rain, the pond was at ** level and almost flush with the shore. My mom was surprised to find our cat's back to the pond with its tail hanging from the water. Just as she was about to scream, the cat suddenly threw its tail out of the water, and suddenly a palm-sized fish bit its tail and was thrown to the shore, and the cat quickly pounced on it and enjoyed a delicious meal.
My cat is so good that he can use his tail to fish!
She is hidden during the day, but she is very active at night, and she is so good at catching rats that her neighbors rarely see mice. They all want my cat to come to their house and bark a few times to deter mice.
Our cat was very conscientious, and once in order to catch a mouse in the neighbor's warehouse, she hit a window and her face was swollen, but she did not flinch and finally succeeded in catching the mouse.
My cat is a female cat and has 8 at her fattest5 pounds, gave birth to a few litters of kittens. Every time the kitten is full moon, it is taken away by relatives, neighbors, and classmates of my younger brother.
Our orange cat Mimi has been raising for six years, and she is already quite a famous cat in the neighborhood, and almost everyone knows her.
After giving birth to a kitten for the last time, a distant neighbor even came running to borrow our cat to catch mice.
Our cats are so good at catching mice that they are often borrowed by neighbors to help. Once, when a neighbor brought the cat back, we found out that she had eaten rat poison and was heavily poisoned. Although she weakly tried to return home, the bloodstains left her struggle. The neighbor lightly told us that the cat had eaten rat poison and that their dog had been poisoned and died, but luckily our cat was still alive.
The family was shocked to hear the news and immediately rushed to the cat's side. My dad understood what the cat meant and carried her to the cat's nest. There were her one-week-old children. Seeing her children, she died at that moment.
My mother's eyes were red with anger and she asked the neighbor why she had brought the cat back after she had taken the medicine. She pointed out that we had antidote injections, and if they were delivered in time, we might be able to save the cat.
The neighbor argued that her husband had given the rat poison and that she didn't know that the cat would eat rat poison. She also mentioned that she was afraid that the cat would not catch mice when it was full, so she deliberately starved the cat for a few meals.
My mom never lost emotional control easily, but this time she yelled at her neighbor: "Even if the cat is full, she will try her best to catch mice." When you first borrowed the cat, you promised that there was no rat poison in the house and that it should be returned in good condition. ”
At this time, my brother came back from school and learned that the cat had passed away, and he immediately cried silently, because the cat was brought up by him since he was a child.
He was just a kid back then, and the first time he made steamed eggs was for cats. Since then, almost every morning, he has been the first to get up and prepare steamed eggs for the cat. The relationship between them is very close.
Some neighbors even laughed at him: "It's just a cat, is it worth crying for it?" ”
My brother angrily rebuked the neighbor and kicked her out of the house, warning her not to come to our house again.
Many years have passed since the cat's death. But whenever I think about that time, when I think of the end of a cat's life, I can't help but cry.
In 2019, 12 years have passed. That year, we received a ** from an old neighbor, who told us: "XX (the neighbor who borrowed the cat) has been coughing and hemoptysis recently, and went to the hospital for examination, and the result was advanced lung cancer, and there were no signs before. ”
The news shocked us because we had long forgotten the past, we had resented it at the time, but now that we have calmed down, we just wondered, why did that neighbor have terminal lung cancer when he was not young?
Two months later, we heard the news from my hometown that my neighbor, who had terminal lung cancer, had only lived two months before he died.
While I'm not sure if the cat's death was related to a neighbor's illness, that neighbor was the first person in our hometown to get cancer.