Are there any righteous stray cats near your home?

My parents had a long-haired orange cat. Although it is big and round, its attack power is the five dregs of war!

At first, our family al

Are there any righteous stray cats near your home?

My parents had a long-haired orange cat. Although it is big and round, its attack power is the five dregs of war!

At first, our family also talked about it, thinking that with its size, it must be Elvis Presley near home. Even if it is not flexible, it will rebound and hurt people.

You know, its adult weight is almost 15 kg, and it usually needs both hands to hold it up, otherwise its weight is generally heavy, plus smooth fur, so it should be slippery.

Fortunately, it is fat to fat, but it also has some flexibility. Haolai is also a flexible big orange!

To our family's surprise, its cat went out for courtship for the first time, went home after about two days, and then refused to go out for several days in a row.

Later, under the call of a little female cat nearby, she couldn't resist the temptation to run out. This time, like a hornet's nest, she fled home with its shrill screams in an afternoon.

We were shocked when we watched a pure white stray cat run away and howl behind us.

This big white cat's head is obviously bigger than my cat's. Although its body is big, it is not as fat as my big orange, but like strong muscles after exercise.

The whole cat looks particularly domineering and has a unique aura!

I really didn't destroy my big orange. Fat is just fat, purely lazy meat raised by a delicious and delicious life.

The hamstring meat of the big white cat is really raised by fighting capacity, and it is really incomparable.

Finally, my mother reacted quickly and directly provoked a bamboo pole to help fight, so that my big orange could go home smoothly.

Do you think this is over? How naive!

This big white cat is angry! I don't think Wude, a human being, interferes with their cat family. Since estrus is over, he has been on my roof all day, eyeing my cat.

I was too scared to come out of the orange door. I've been trembling and jumping into our arms. What a shame!

The funniest thing is that this big white cat was mating with a little female cat on the roof of my house when it was in estrus. My big orange just looked at it eagerly and felt really sad!

(I can't beat it again. My wife was robbed. She didn't get the whole depression, so she was psychologically strong. )

After about half a month, the big white cat retired, and my big orange gradually recovered its former liveliness and slowly began to stroll around the house.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long!

Just when my big orange let her guard down, the big white cat suddenly jumped out and jumped on my big orange, biting and beating.

They walked from the roof to the yard and from the yard to the room. That white and yellow fur is flying everywhere, which is really creepy.

Finally, it was my mother who intervened with a bamboo pole again and saved my orange. During this period, my assistance can be ignored because I was scratched! ! There are three or five blood stains on the back of the hand.

Talking too much is all tears!

Anyway, this big white cat doesn't come to my house to offend anymore, not by the counterattack of big orange, nor by me, but by my mother beating the big white cat with a bamboo pole every day.

I am not afraid of losing face, after all, ginger is still old and spicy, and I am proud to have my mother to protect me!

It is the big orange that really turns a blind eye to its meat! No matter how much meat you eat or raise, the result is useless. When the tank is abandoned, the defense is too low!

Yes, not just justice. It's just propaganda to catch the Lord.

At first, Xiao Bai was a little stray cat, but he walked into my friend's house and became the only cat owner at that time. And then it turned out like this.

See the little eyes and lazy posture that despise the pack? Shovel loves me so much, I must be a god.

However, Goose, this is just the beginning. One day, Joel Miao Zi from next door came to visit. He is a handsome cat boy. As a result, Xiao Bai became a meow mother and gave birth to three big and fat sons.

Meow's son, number 1, has the same expression and posture as Meow's mother.

Meow's son is the same as Dad II, but his face is like Meow's mother.

On the right, miaoer no.3, just like dad, curled his face.

From then on, Xiao Bai lived at the other end of the house with his three sons and lived like a king.

The shovel officer is back? No more food for us?

Mom and son sell cute together, meow meow, why small fish?

The number of family members has gradually increased, but this cannot shake Xiaobai's hegemony. I can't help it, there are many hadrons.

Finally,

Love meow, love life.

The most righteous stray cat came to my house.

My little Mimi is born of a stray cat, so I can't eat when I come. I feed her with needles and soak her with cat food. Later, she became a three-flowered cat jumping up and down. Later she called it spring, which attracted a civet cat. She jumped from the downstairs wall to the outdoor unit of the air conditioner. I saw her pitifully open the window and let her feed her on the balcony. After a few days, she became familiar. She comes to eat and drink every day when she is hungry, and she has to stay in the air conditioner. Sometimes I even want to walk in our room. I think he always wants to sleep on the sofa, so he speaks louder than usual to let him down. It ran out of the balcony window carefully and quickly, which was very sensible. And let me touch my head and purr in my throat. I think stray cats are more grateful, cautious and obedient than my little Mimi. Although Mimi has been raised at home since childhood, she is very naughty and never gives a hug. Apart from this, everything is fine! So I think cats can cultivate feelings, and they also have a grateful heart. These photos are my little boobs and my wandering boobs.

There really is!

Every week, I go to the stray cat food point in the community to feed the cats. Several times, I met a long-haired cat I put cat food and a delicious bag, and he will go straight to eat the delicious bag. When other cats saw him, they didn't dare to go near him. They squatted beside him silently until he finished eating. ...

Another time, I took the snacks that my host ate and wanted to give them a taste. It happened that the long-haired cat was eating. He didn't hide from me when I poured cat food into it. He just looked at me warily. When I took the snacks out of the bowl and poured them, I was probably near him, or he was in a hurry and suddenly raised his paw and patted my hand, which scared me to death. It looked like two spots at the time. Later, I came home and found bleeding. I quickly cleaned it up and applied iodophor.

I think this adult cat has enough confidence to improve its food and is hit. sorry From then on, every time I met him after feeding the cat, I was very careful for fear that he would punch me again in a rage.

I dare not take pictures without photos of adult cats. Please attach a tender white photo. I hope all the stray cats and children are well.

Two people in my family used to be stray cats, but now they are married.

There are a group of stray cats near the unit, and one of them is called Xiao Sanhua, which comes to eat every day with justification.

From the end of last year, once a week at the earliest, it was found that people always fed cat food, and canned cats were fed more and more frequently. I made a phone call at the door as soon as I got to work this morning. Too few cans went down, so I ran to the door to make a phone call and fed a lot of cat food before I left.

Seeing this question reminds me of a stray cat I met during my previous trip. I have watched Cat countless times. It's the first time we've met someone so honest and grumpy. At that time, we went to an island in Beihai, because it was an island! There are many stray cats on the island. It can be said that there are not so many cats among the aborigines on the island.

Maybe it's because there are many mice on the island! Every household has one or two cats, all of which are free-range. You can't tell which cats are stray cats.

Visiting the island that day and walking on the beach dam, I saw a group of cats playing and sleeping in front of me. I wanted to feed them and went to the supermarket to buy a pack of cat food to feed them. It was fine at first, until a black cat appeared. As soon as it appeared, it drove away a cat that was eating cat food. I didn't think so much at first, so I put more piles of cat food for other cats.

It's normal for a cat to protect food, I can understand it, but the most irritating thing is that when it sees me putting a few more piles, it rushes to the nearest pile of cat food and makes a low roar. The boy tried to occupy it all, so I went forward to drive it away, because other cats were afraid to eat it, but it was like my grin, taking a step forward and looking for my desperate posture. Scared me. Finally, my friend took a stick, and it dared not show its head. Finally, I poured a lot of cat food in front of it before leaving.

I don't know what I went through.

There are a lot of stray cats in my house. I want to hug them again and again, but I can't get down. I have no choice but to adopt them. This year is the fourth year, and now I am the bully at home.

Why do I say stray cats are not worthy of sympathy? They are extremely evil inside! I told you this terrible experience, and I really can't love you! Stray cats have their own survival rules, and they have a sense of territorial integrity and status. My ignorant intervention led to a terrible event, and I still feel creepy in retrospect.

Before I got married, I rented an old apartment near my company. How shabby is that apartment? A ***20 floors, each floor has 8 households, but only two elevators; The elevator is still the green inner box wall in the 1990 s. Every time it starts, it makes a "caracalla" sound, feeling that the cable pulling the elevator will break at any time!

To save money, I rented the top floor, the 20th floor. Looking back now, I feel that those days were dark!

I wonder how many stray cats live in this dark and dirty stairwell!

Every time I get off the elevator, I cough loudly or stomp my feet in an attempt to "wake up" the voice control light, and those stray cats who get together to eat mice and garbage will suddenly run around! They will lie prone on high places, sentry boxes, broken doors in stairwells, stair handrails … staring at me with blue eyes! Once, I counted that there were at least 10 cats of different colors, each with a plump body, complex coat color and straight tail. ...

It's like I angered a group of ghosts in the dark, broke into their territory, and now I'm surrounded by them, and they want to destroy me at will. That kind of terror makes my hair stand on end every time I get off the elevator. I dare not make a sound or disturb those "ghosts". I touched the door lock hole in the dark, inserted the key and opened the door gently, not afraid to disturb the stray cats in the dark.

Now think about it, I was still young and courageous, and a single girl who just graduated could live in such an apartment for more than a year! Later, I moved out because there were people in the house. I don't have anything of value. I lost all my desktops and digital cameras and some clothes. What's more, I ate half a bag of hawthorn chips on the table! This shows how pitiful this thief is!

Let's start with cats!

I have been particularly afraid of cats since I was a child. I dare not look them in the eye. I think it's horrible. So a group of stray cats in the stairwell is an "obstacle" for me to go in and out every day. I really feel that every time I disturb them, I break into their territory. Every time I pass by them, I bow my head, bow my head, and walk forward with small steps, humble and cowardly!

They are really not cute at all. They should all be cats rummaging mice in the garbage. They are all wild and aggressive in their eyes! Every time I pass by them, I just look down at me and silently and impatiently urge me to "get out"!

Besides, they are not United and always fight. I often hear a group of cats biting and howling outside at night, which is really super scary!

One morning, before I went out, I heard them fighting, biting and screaming. I'm actually scared, but when I'm late for work, the female leader's eyes are scarier than the cat's ghost eyes!

In order to scare away the cat curled up in front of my house, I got the nerve to kick the door with a bang! I did this because once when I opened the door and tried to sneak out, I stepped on a cat sleeping in front of my door. Its "Ow-Ow" bark scared me out of my wits for half a month!

Then I slammed the door open and deliberately made a strong state to wake up the voice control light? Objective to disperse the fighting cats and stop them until I leave.

After opening the door, I saw a yellow and black cat crouching in the corner outside my door by the dim light in the corridor, groaning in a low voice. Obviously, I was beaten in a fight just now! At that moment, I don't know why, my love flooded, and I suddenly felt that I had just graduated and could not integrate into the new working environment. I looked up and lived in a gloomy old apartment, curled up in the room every day.

My love and empathy are out of control. I immediately turned back to my room and took out a "instant noodle partner" ham sausage from the kitchen. After going out, break it for this "wounded and defeated soldier".

He was badly hurt, but he was really hungry. He wolfed down three pieces of ham I gave him, and the fourth piece began to stink and criticize. I asked it gently: Are you thirsty?

This is the first time I've talked to a cat.

I turned back to the house and gave it water to drink. In this way, I simply took care of this little wounded soldier.

At that time, I was alone in the city, with no friends, and my heart was very lonely. I want to make a "cat friend" with it.

After work at night, the injured cat curled up in front of my house disappeared, and the food I left for it was gone. I am very happy to think that it has returned to its own world, and maybe it will come back to see me tomorrow.

The next morning, something terrible happened.

Before dawn, I heard the sound of "war" at the door again, louder, fiercer and more tragic than the first day.

When I was about to go to work, I still got up the courage to open the door and the voice control light came on. I saw countless black shadows "swish" at once, and there were about 20 cats, high and low, far and near. Strangely, they all looked at me uniformly!

Just as we looked at each other, the voice control light suddenly dimmed, and the green cat's eye was shooting at me in the dark, and I felt my pores stand on end!

I coughed loudly and the voice control light came on again. In this light, I saw a scene that made me have nightmares: the yellow black cat I fed yesterday, the "injured" cat, was lying bloody in the corner of my door, with no good skin. It's motionless, it's not breathing, and it's obviously dead

I gasped in horror, sighed in a low voice, and my legs trembled. I retreated to the door to support myself. Look at those cats looking at me. The big black cat headed by me is closest to me, standing high on the meter box and looking at me with a pair of green eyes. I thought I heard him say, "You're next!" "

It "said", jumped out of the corridor and went straight into the stairwell. The arrogant and frightening figure was gradually swallowed up by the darkness. When other cats saw the black cat leave, they followed Daley into the stairwell.

I was too scared to look at the black and yellow cat that they tortured to death. I grabbed my bag and pressed the elevator desperately, stumbling on the road with a brisk pace.

At that moment, I wanted to call my parents or friends. I wanted to ask for help or talk about my fears. But after I calmed down, I felt no good. Telling my parents would only increase their worries about me. Telling my friends about it is neither salty nor light, and they can't help me much. Should I live here or here?

So, I can only calm myself down, silently digest my fears and then pretend to walk into the company door calmly.

When I got home at night, I really got up the courage. I told myself that if I got off the elevator and saw the dead cat at the door, I wouldn't go back to live tonight! Fortunately, it has been disposed of, and there is nothing at the door except darkness.

However, the most terrible thing is that I seem to be targeted by these cats. They will pay special attention to me when I go in and out for several days in a row. I can feel the green beam sweeping me!

I bow my head like a deserter every day and see them escape like mice in a tourist trap.

Later, I analyzed the matter carefully. The more I think about it, the more I blame myself. Is it because of my temporary love that the black and yellow cats are rejected by the group and persecuted by their lives?

I don't have any pets, and I don't know their survival rules, but this experience really scares me in retrospect! Anyone who knows cats can share them in the comments section. What's going on here?

When I was smoking in the corridor years ago, I didn't know whose yellow raccoon came to my house. I closed the door and went home to see it strolling in the bedroom. My wife gave it a sausage and drank some water. Wherever my wife goes, she follows her. When my wife sat down, she lay at her feet, turned her belly over and told her to roll. Finally, I picked it up and put it in the corridor, and ran home quickly. I can't help it It's not that I don't want to keep it It's this naturally mature meow. It must have a master, not a wild cat. The next day, I met him squatting at the elevator door. As soon as I started the elevator, he walked in slowly. On the floor, it followed me out of the elevator and wanted to go home with me, but I refused for a while. Hey hey! Daughter said, it's quite warm. I have one at home that rolls every day.