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This post was edited by Hinge at 2017-3-20 19:29|
I love cats, and there are people who love cats as well. I'd like to share some stories about my cats, they are different, but i love them all the same. They are angels, and now i don't have any cat, until i would promise them a good life and enough love. Most memories of my cats are happy, but ends in sorrow, I believe they are now stars shining in the sky, and they accompanying with me all the time. If you want to share your stories, here i am. Plus thx for correcting me.
The first cat of mine is an old lady, and her hair is brown with black stripes. We called her "MIMI"(the most common name for cats in China during that time). She actually belongs to my paternal grandmother and then became a nanny of me. When I was old enough to remember, she is as old as my grandmother to cat lifespan. She is tender and patient, always playing with me. I’m not sure how old i was then, 2 or 3 years old. Once I looked at her whiskers, they are white and long, i wondered: “ Did she brush her teeth? Why doesn’t she shave herself? She is a girl, girls are clean and pretty, even my dad shaves.” so i decided to help her become clean and pretty. I brushed her teeth at first, since I like strawberry toothpaste and I guess so does her, but she was grinning when i put it in her mouth, then I changed to my grandma’s mint toothpaste, well, still grinning. I thought she was too lazy to use toothpaste, so it might be stimulating. OK, just very little, we made it! Second, shaving part, the most impressive, and that really scared me. I’m afraid to damage her fur, so I pulled her whispers very carefully, as I touched a whisper, she suddenly protracted her paws, I was frozen by her spreading nails. She would scratch me, at the moment she almost scratched my left hand, she seems to recognize who i am and she controlled her nails immediately, but it’s still too late, i was scratched. They’re just superficial wounds, but I felt upset and heart-broken. Since then, we were not as close as before, and every time she looked at me, her eyes were full of sorry, but i still didn’t forgive her. However, one day i didn’t see her, i got a little nervous, but i did nothing. That night, my grandma went outside to look for her, but found nothing, then i got very anxious and dreaming about her the whole night, i don’t remember the dreams, but i remember the lingering fear when i woke up. The other day i went out with my grandma, and we heard a cat drowning. That’s her, i was not brave enough to see her body, and my grandma buried her old friend, and she has never had a cat anymore.