Cats that can't talk (1)

When I was 5 years old, I had a female cat. I really hope she can talk. Childhood is so boring that everyone wants a life lower than yours to curry favor with you and even talk to you.

In winter, my mother carried her back from the outside. This is an abandoned cat, frozen stiff. She was covered in mud, her black hair was knotted and she was worryingly thin. Mother put her by the fire and went to work. In this way, she lay there like a briquette, motionless, and flames came out of the furnace, giving off light and heat. Half a day passed, and she moved and changed her posture, and I realized that she was not dead.

It is really cold this winter. Five chickens raised outside froze to death. Although the sheep didn't freeze to death, it was paralyzed by freezing to death, which was unexpected to all of us.

All winter, I squatted by the fire and stayed with the cat. Not because I like him very much, it's freezing, and I have nowhere to go except squatting by the fire. I spent the whole day around the stove, baking peanuts, sweet potatoes, potatoes and broad beans. I have baked everything that is home-made and can be baked on the fire. When I baked something to eat, the cat was sleeping by the stove. She doesn't care about my masterpiece. She has endless sleep. If she didn't eat less, she would be no different from a sow.

One day, it suddenly occurred to me that I could roast chicken eggs by the fire. The result can be imagined. When the egg exploded, she woke up in her sleep. At that time, I was frightened. Egg yolk and egg white splashed all over the wall. If my parents find out, they may kill me. She stood up lazily, arched her back and made a brisk meow. Her eyes rolled around me, disdainful? Laugh? Cold? She was completely uninterested in what was happening in front of her eyes, but like smelling fish, like a scavenger, she stuck out her long tongue and licked the yolk and egg white completely. It is the first time to find that the cat's tongue is actually barbed, like a file. When I bake something in the future, I will remember to wake her up and share it with her.

In early spring, cats begin to shed their skin. After changing her hairstyle, she became bright and her black hair was beautiful. The thin body also bulged like air. She finally began to behave like a normal cat. When the weather is warm, she walks around the yard, sometimes standing there motionless, looking at an unspecified place for a long time. At that time, she was the most dedicated, like an old lady in the sun, quiet and peaceful.

She is absolutely the beauty of cats. As soon as she appeared in the yard casually, she seduced the male cat and crawled around outside the fence all day, refusing to go away. At this time, I especially want her to talk and tell those annoying male cats that I don't welcome them. I hope she can chat with me, too. I wonder what those eyes really mean.

Wang Er next door is finally going to hit on my cat. He is a cat dealer and often sends all kinds of beautiful cats to the city. Wang Er blew in my ear: I'll give you a bag of melon seeds and give me the cat. I don't agree. He upped the ante: Do you want five dollars? I still shook my head. It's not about money at all. I asked him, if I give you the cat, will you talk to me all day? Psycho. Wang er dropped this sentence and ignored me.

I continued to be busy by the fireside. It's already warm, so I don't need a stove much, and I'm 6 years old.