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Women like cats make people feel mysterious; Men like cats make people feel evil. ...
Because Boli has two good friends who love cats very much, reading their articles also reminds me of the cat in my memory. ...
In fact, I liked cats when I was very young, because my grandmother kept a nest after nest of cats, which was the result of that fierce old black cat always giving birth to children. Cats, large and small, running around the house, also feel lively. ...
When I was about 8 years old, one thing completely subverted the peaceful "friendship" between me and cats. ...
It should be a summer, because the leaves on the grape trellis are still growing. In the afternoon, I was wandering around the yard alone when I suddenly saw a cat on the roof trying to pass by the grape trellis in my yard. I can't search for its color in my memory, but I firmly remember its deep eyes. ...
I had nothing to do at that time. I deliberately wanted to Doby it, so I stared at it as a fierce threat, thinking that I could scare it away immediately with my' deductive majesty' ...
But I didn't expect it. . . . . .
It actually stopped the steps it was going to move forward, slowly turned its head, stopped there in a static walking posture, and looked back at me without fear. ...
I was amazed that it didn't dare to escape, and gave me an unconvinced look, so I deliberately aggravated the meaning of provocation and deadlocked with it. And this "visual war" that I thought could be completed in a few seconds lasted much longer than I expected. ........
It stared at me decisively with unfathomable blue-green eyes, as if to say, trying to scare me? I'm so scared ~ ~ ~
Gradually, I feel that my whole body becomes stiff because I dare not change my posture, but I still keep my original posture, and my eyes reveal a determination to never give up. I immediately thought that I would lose to it today, because I knew I was not a malicious character at all. ...
In the few minutes I watched it, I almost exhausted all my rich imagination and imagined it as the incarnation of the devil. Because its deep eyes seem to see through my heart, I'm afraid it will suddenly grow a pair of black wings and pounce on me. So, I fled into the house as quickly as I had wings, and my hands and feet panicked and slammed into the screen door. However, this loud noise did not scare it. It kept that posture for a few seconds with a nonchalant expression, then took a step and walked slowly. I can't describe that kind of calm posture with elegance. It is simply indifference and calmness that only the devil can do, and I don't see any satisfaction after it wins. It came and left quietly. ...
Since that afternoon, I have never been near cats, all of them are cats. ...
The lingering fear that was shocked by its deep eyes at that time can still bring me back to the situation at that time and continue to look at it with its eyes. ...
Later, I heard that cats are sacred animals with nine lives, and I regret that I shouldn't have provoked this magical life. ...
Even after that, I didn't show warm feelings for all the animals. I always felt that there were secrets hidden in their hearts that people didn't know. ...
I don't think I will ever be with a man who loves cats, because if he keeps me, he can never keep cats again. ...
When you are confused about who you really are, you can't help but think of something many years ago. Then, I suddenly felt that it was cruel, incredible and incomprehensible.
That summer vacation, my cousin gave me a newborn kitten. Really just born. It is as small as a mouse. Everything is white except the hair on the top and back is yellow. Its eyes can't even see clearly. I like it. Mother said the cat was too small to feed. I said confidently, no, I named it "Doudou".
Doudou is very obedient and never runs around. He spends most of his time in a cardboard box specially prepared for him in my room, which is his home. When I am not in my room, I will take it to the yard to bask in the sun or something, but it must be within my sight. Because there is a cat at home, a big ugly one-eyed cat. I never liked that cat. It came uninvited. Maybe it had been wandering outside before, then suddenly came to my house one day and never left. Everyone in my family likes animals, and my parents don't mind feeding them something every day, so they make my home their own. After Doudou came, my mother found a rope to tie the big cat up because she was afraid it would hurt the little Doudou. I can't forget the way when Xiao Doudou was pressed to the ground by us when he first came. The big cat took a bad look and tried to pounce. I wonder if it treats peas as mice. Mom said no, big cats are hostile to kittens, and some female cats sometimes eat their own children. I heard it, and my hair stood on end.
Under my careful care, Xiao Doudou is growing healthily and his eyes can see things clearly. When he was sunbathing in the yard, he was curious about everything, wanting to smell and touch. The big cat didn't seem so excited when it saw it. After all, they are the same kind, and it is easy to get out of mutual appreciation, hehe, I think so.
Another day, in the evening, I washed the peas clean and delicious, put them on a clean chopping board and began to cook dinner. That board is next to the stove. Under the light of the fire, I feel very comfortable watching it lick my body quietly on it. Mother untied the big cat's rope and said that they should be familiar with it after so many days. I think there should be no problem. Sure enough, that guy didn't do anything except look at Doudou a few more times. Mom said to pick some fresh vegetables from the vegetable field outside the wall, and I went back to the house to get steamed bread. At this time, the accident happened.
When I walked out of the house with a perforated steamed bun in my hand, I happened to see the ugly cat pouncing on Doudou. I screamed and cried loudly, rushed over and kicked it to open its mouth and put the peas down. I will never forget the situation. The ugly cat shook Doug's neck tightly and kept hitting the ground. I have never seen a cat catch a mouse with my own eyes. I think that's about it. Does it really treat peas as mice? Is it really going to eat it? I kicked it hard in fear, and it finally loosened its mouth, while my poor Doudou was lying on the ground, unable to make a sound. I know Doudou wants to make a sound. It is so scared and painful, but no matter how hard it struggles, it can't stand up and make a sound, because its neck is broken and it hangs softly. My crying alarmed my mother and several neighbors in the vegetable field outside the wall, and everyone ran in horror to see what was going on. I pointed to the ugly cat next to me and shivered and said, "Hit … kill it … kill it, it killed my kitten." My mother tied up the murderer again to calm me down and told me not to cry. It is funny to see people in their twenties. A kitten that big can't be kept alive. Now it's dead, and it will die sooner or later. That's what the neighbors said. Such a trivial matter startled them in vain, persuaded me a few words and went home separately.
I sobbed and carried Doudou back to its box, watching it struggle helplessly to cry. My tears can't stop. It has just begun to understand the world. It hasn't been in my house for two weeks. If I had known this would happen, I would have asked my cousin to take it away and raise it for me. It's all because I'm too greedy I believe Doudou didn't realize what happened when he licked his body until he was thrown down. Doug, I just washed it for you. One second you were so quiet and comfortable, and now you are like this. I can't accept this fact. What I can't accept is the fact that cats eat cats! I feel creepy.
Mom, dad and brother all said that Doudou could not live and let me throw it into the field outside the village. This is how villagers treat small animals such as dead dogs and cats. I said, but it's not dead. Although it can't eat or make a sound, it still breathes. Every day I lift its soft broken neck and feed it some milk with a syringe. Every day when I see the murderer, I kick him and stare at him, but he seems indifferent. Animals are animals after all. Sometimes, I really can't understand some behaviors of animals.
Doudou is getting weaker every day, and my holiday is coming to an end. My university is in another city, but what about Doudou? If I leave, my parents will definitely have no time to take care of it, and in their eyes, Doudou is actually dead. They can't understand why I am so sad. My mother even told me later that she was really shocked when she heard me crying outside the wall, because I had never cried so sadly in my life. She even asked me in surprise, I wonder if you will be so sad after I die. I said, mom, what are you talking about? However, I am really sad, not only because my beloved kitten died, but more importantly, this cat was actually killed by another cat, which made me feel terrible. Animals are like this to animals. Anyone here?
The day before school started, I knew I was going to deal with Doudou. No one will take the time to take care of a doomed kitten, that's for sure. The only person who can take care of it is me, but I have to go. What should I do? At that time, I made such a choice, and I have been analyzing it until now, instead of analyzing its right or wrong. I think my choice may reveal something deep in my personal character.
I buried the breathing pea, including its carton, alive under the rose outside my window. When adding the last shovel, I also heard the sound of peas grabbing the carton with their claws. Am I too cruel?
I have only told three people about this experience, all of whom are very close to me. They all say I'm cruel. After all, the little guy is not dead. I said, even if it died after I left, it was still in the wild.
To tell the truth, I don't remember the detailed idea of making this decision at that time. Later, I thought about it many times. I think it may have something to do with my pursuit of perfection. If I can determine in advance that an idea will definitely not reach my expected result in the end, I would rather not realize it, even though I have started to take action to realize it. Maybe what I said is still a little vague. At that time, because of this problem, I was still thinking. I'm sure a person's behavior can reflect his heart.
I really want to know what such a thing happened to me, something that doesn't look like I did it myself, and what it means to me. Maybe, in a few years, I will suddenly realize.