The love of animals
The theme of touching stories about animals: Descendants of wild cats
My friend has a cat with golden fur and is always timid when meeting people. Timidly, a pair of big eyes flashed with restraint and uneasiness. I casually picked up a teddy bear and teased it. It did not show the naughtiness and curiosity that a three-month-old cat should have. It seemed to understand that I was not hostile and then gradually became involved in the game.
My friend picked it up from the ground and told me about its bizarre life experience.
There is a wild cat near the community. My friend has seen it wandering around in dark corners several times. Wild cats also have love, and the fruit of love is seven cats. A wildcat mother cannot afford to raise so many offspring, and she lives a life of hunger and satiety. After the kitten was weaned, it picked up the kitten and put it at the door of the residential community. Then it hid in the dark and waited until the household found the kitten.
Even if the kitten is happily brought into the home, the wild cat mother will not leave immediately. She will stay outside for a while until it is confirmed that the kitten has been accepted by the family before returning to the nest. Go pick up the next one. I heard that in some households it was a child who brought back a kitten. Less than five minutes later, the kitten was thrown out by an adult at home. At this time, the wild cat mother would pick it up and take it to another house to try her luck.
In the end, there was a little black cat that no one accepted. Maybe its color was not auspicious enough, or maybe the community was oversaturated with pets. In short, the wild cat mother raised it by herself.
The friend tapped the cat’s nose in his arms and said, “Do you remember your mother? Your mother doesn’t want you anymore. Do you miss your mother?” The cat meowed in reply.
Friends said that this kitten has never left the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of doors. It may have been thrown out by other people. If a friend occasionally carries it to the area near the door, it will make a miserable cry and try to break free. It is extremely afraid of being abandoned again. Because of this, it has been extremely well-behaved since it was a child. It knows how to urinate and defecate in the floor drain without anyone's guidance. Unlike ordinary kittens, it uses the sofa and sheets as a place for its martial arts practice and scratches everywhere. It has established a deep affection and tacit understanding with its owner, reflecting the rare attachment of cats to people. My friend goes to work at seven in the morning, and he licks his owner up on time at six every morning. For this reason, my friend never has to use the alarm clock. Every day after get off work, the kitten would lie on the balcony and look forward to the appearance of its owner.
Puppies
Grandma’s family has a female dog who gave birth to two cute puppies. One of the puppies has golden fur. I like it very much, so the puppies are full moon. I took it home when I got it. The puppy gradually grew up under my careful care. The puppy stood in front of the door every day to take me to and from school. However, I did something very sorry for the puppy once.
One Sunday, my father and mother both went to work. I found that the water on the electric stove was boiling, so I took the water down and poured it into the thermos bottle. Suddenly, the thermos bottle snapped and poured. Broken on the ground. I thought that if my father came back, he would criticize me heavily. Then I heard the sound of the puppy from the yard. I suddenly thought it was the puppy who acted recklessly... When my father came back, his face sank and he shouted loudly: Who broke the kettle? I walked out and said softly: "Dad, the little yellow dog broke the kettle, not me." Dad took a stick while walking and hit the little yellow dog. Go, the little yellow dog was stroking its injured leg in the yard, looking up at me as if to say: "Why did you wrong me?" When eating, I couldn't even swallow the food. Finally, I said to my father: "Dad "I was the one who broke the kettle, not the little yellow dog." Dad said, "As long as you are willing to admit your mistakes, you are a good boy."
The little yellow dog may not remember it, but it seems to me. It happened yesterday!
The story between me and Doudou
One day during the National Day last year, my mother and I saw a puppy seller on the roadside. Among the colorful puppies, , I fell in love with Doudou at first sight.
He is small and plump, with smooth brown fur, and his big, black eyes are looking at me, as if he is saying to me, will you take me home? This made my heart skip a beat, so I begged my mother to buy him.
I really didn’t expect that he would defecate everywhere when he came home. I followed him hard and kept cleaning, sometimes getting it on my hands. I looked at him angrily. But he amused himself by running around me. My mother said: "It doesn't matter. He is still young and ignorant now. He will get better when he gets older." Then my mother smiled and said, "He is just like you when you were a child!"
The days are just like that. Day after day passed like this, when Doudou wanted to urinate, he would go to the door to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, he would go to the garden downstairs. Of course, many times, he begged me to accompany him - —Standing at the door and watching me wagging his tail. He would communicate with me with his eyes and body, and I was amazed again and again in my heart. Could it be that he was a human being? He knows my mood changes. When I am happy, he plays very wildly, such as jumping back and forth on the sofa. When I stop him, he dares to "fight" with me. When I am unhappy, he will lie down quietly. By my side.
In the morning, when my little alarm clock goes off, he will be next to my bed and won’t stop until I get up. I am never late when I have him. When I come home from school, as long as I ring the doorbell at the door, Doudou will run down the stairs to pick me up, and he will also hold slippers for us. He is always in high spirits and lives happily every day, never caring about gains and losses.
During last year's winter vacation, Doudou got seriously ill and ended his short life. I remember that when he was in pain, I took her for injections every day. In the end, he was so sick that he couldn't even stand up, but he was still so optimistic and happy. It's still the same as before, no matter which of us comes home, he will try to get up and come over to say hello, insisting on going downstairs to relieve himself.
Ah! My lovely Doudou, in my eyes, you have never been a pet, but my partner. Your inner world contains rich emotions just like mine. Thank you, Doudou, you taught me to be optimistic, you let me know how to live happily every day...
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Pearl Bird
Great! A friend gave me a pair of pearl birds. I put the pair of birds in a cage made of bamboo strips. There is also a roll of hay in the cage, which is a comfortable and warm nest for the bird.
I hung it in front of the window. The hanging vines of a pot of spider plants cover the birdcage, and the guinea pig feels as safe as hiding in a deep jungle.
Three months later, a high-pitched and delicate cry came from the increasingly lush green vines. I guessed that they had babies. Not long after, a little head suddenly poked out from among the leaves. I pushed aside the green vines and saw that it was this little guy! Look, how much it looks like its mother: red mouth, red feet, gray-blue fur, but there are no pearl-like white spots on its back yet; it is so fat, its whole body is like a fluffy ball.
At first, the little guy only moved around the cage, and then he flew around the room. Sometimes he landed on the top of the cabinet, and sometimes he stood on the bookshelf with dignity, and sometimes he knocked the light cord off. Rocking back and forth. Gradually it became bolder and landed on my small table. It was far away from me at first, then saw that I would not hurt it, then it got closer, then jumped on my cup, lowered its head to drink tea, and then turned its face to see my reaction. Later, it was completely relieved and simply used its little red mouth to peck the tip of the pen I was writing on. I stroked its delicate down with my hand, and it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my fingers in a friendly manner.
During the day, it accompanied me mischievously; in the evening, amidst the repeated calls of its parents, it flew to the cage, twisted its round body, squeezed through the green leaves, and got in.
One day, when I was writing at my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously, for fear of scaring it away. After a while, the little guy fell asleep on my shoulder.
It sleeps so soundly! He kept smacking his lips, Da Dao was dreaming!
Looking at this cute little guy, I couldn’t help but let out a cry: Trust, can’t we create a beautiful state?