I have been thinking about how to write about this little black cat that I accidentally raised. I have been thinking about it for several days. I don’t know which angle to write it from, so I haven’t been able to write it. Because I am very hesitant about which angle to write it from, whether to write it as the little black cat or to write it dictating it. Writing it as the little black cat is more vivid than the way I dictate it, but the disadvantage is that the article is long and the angle of entry is difficult to find, which requires a strong imagination. After struggling for a long time, I still think that I can complete this article with the identity of the little black cat.
Because it was a cat adopted by my landlord. It was only a few months old at the time. I know that the real time we spent with it for more than 2 years was extremely short, because I went to work most of the time every day. I don’t know what the specific activities it is doing around the yard at home on weekdays. Who are you fighting with? Who am I playing with? I only know a little bit about its whereabouts when I feed it after I get home from get off work, or on my days off.
Therefore, I don’t know the first half of its life as a cat, and I don’t know the second half of its life. I don’t know if it is okay now? Are you still alive in the human world, or have you arrived on the cat planet in another world? Nearly 10 years have passed, and even though it is alive now, it has become an old black cat with loose teeth. Moreover, the life span of a cat is so short. The new owner who bought it at that time did not know how to treat it. It suddenly disappeared from my side one day like a mystery. Let me make up for this regret with paragraphs of words in my writing. If there are any inaccuracies in the article, please correct me. The main text begins with a story about a stray little black cat adopted by an owner who sells drinks and snacks near the Mingcheng Wall of Xuanwu Lake Park and rents out his house. I am a black cat of the "Black Cloud Covered Snow" breed. People usually call me "Little Black". As for why I am of the "Black Cloud Covered Snow" breed and why I am sometimes called "Black Door God", please let me tell you in detail later.
Dark clouds and snow are not covered by snow.
One morning in 2013, a little me was born from the sky and came to this wonderful world. An ordinary Chinese garden cat was born, but in fact it was not ordinary.
Dark clouds cover the snow, the body must be black, and the belly, legs, hoofs and claws are all white - "The Book of Xiangmao"
The famous crosstalk actor Guo Degang has such a script, called "The Picture of Eight Cats", which says: "The voice of the tortoiseshell is loud, the tiger skin is visible, the jade is hung on the gold hook, and the hydrangea is whipped to shake the tail. Send charcoal in the snow, find civet flowers, and the jade lion Just in the arms of Wai Niu, the cutest cat has no stray hairs. "
I also have no stray hairs. My coat color is pure black and white. My chin, belly and four paws are white. The other parts of my body, including my back, are all black. It's okay to call me the "white glove" among cats. Who made my four paws white? At least my unique "dark cloud covered snow" breed has noble and artistic names like the tortoiseshell, tiger skin, jade vase with gold hook, whipping hydrangea, charcoal in the snow, raccoon flower, and jade lion. These Chinese garden cats are also the best among cats. These elegant names have invisibly raised my status and grade as a garden cat.
Happy breakfast every morning
This little master usually has a very regular schedule. She gets up almost every morning at 6 o'clock. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, winter, hot summer or severe winter, she feeds Xiaohua and me almost every morning, and we also squat on her on time. We seemed to have reached a tacit understanding by meowing at the door to remind her to wait for her. Sometimes she would open the door late to feed us. Xiaohua and I eagerly discussed together how to play the cat’s high-pitched “ghost cry and wolf howl” and scratch her door with her claws, urging her to hurry up and prepare breakfast for us. Our hosts are usually still sleeping soundly at this moment. Except for the tenants who get up early and have to check out, we don’t dare to squat in front of the host’s room to wake up and interrupt their rest to make breakfast for us. This is because the owner of the host’s shop and his wife also have a very hard time doing business every day. They have to close the shop at 12pm or even 1am every day. Human survival is actually not easy.
Xiaohua and I’s breakfast was placed in our respective cat bowls by the little owner. A peeled hard-boiled egg was broken into two halves, and there was also a peeled ham sausage, half for me and Xiaohua, plus some cat food. Although the ham sausage may be a bit salty and eating it would be bad for our cats, the little owner, as an ordinary hunting (working) person, has already provided us with the best food she thinks she can prepare for us. She is usually busy. After washing and eating breakfast, and feeding me and Xiaohua breakfast, she will go hunting (or work) in a hurry. She will add some cat food and other food in the evening. Our owner will also take care of us.
The call of the little master
Every night at around 6 o'clock, sometimes Xiaohua and I are playing at home. We can faintly hear the little master calling to us, and we will quickly return to her. When she comes back from hunting outside every day, the first thing she does is call Xiaohua and me by our names, for fear that one day we will disappear from her sight and leave her. It might be interesting if Xiaohua and I hang a tiny camera around our necks and record the ground-hugging footage of us walking down the street every day for her to see. It might be interesting to see the world from a cat’s eye perspective. Let her know how we eat lunch, how we fight with the neighbor’s cats for territory, how we catch mice at night, and let her see what our cats are like in the real world. In addition to calling us when she comes back from get off work, she also calls us to eat on her days off..
The little master usually likes to clean and tidy the room in the morning on his days off. Sometimes after washing clothes and drying clean clothes and quilts on the upstairs platform, he likes to watch Xiaohei and Xiaohua sunbathing. We are like living gods, squatting leisurely on the roof next door. Lazyly basking in the warm sun and feeling the gentle breeze. Although our cats have a short life span, they still know how to enjoy a half-day of leisure. They enjoy the good time better than humans. Under the bright sunshine, my original black and shiny hair shines even more. When it was almost noon, the little master would come to the platform and clap her hands in our direction. As soon as she clapped her hands, we immediately climbed up from the roof, jumped to the tree trunk next to us, jumped up the window sill and came to the house, came to the little master, and waited for the little master to come over and give us a snack.
But not long after, I was put in a cage and sent to a very unfamiliar place. When I saw the light again, I found that I was in a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by a family of three. A child clapped his hands and shouted happily when he saw me. Looking at the gorgeous decorations around me, I knew that I should not have to worry about my future life, but the price was the freedom that makes people obsessed.