I was a cat in my previous life. Like many cats, I left my mother who loved me since weaning and came to the owner’s house.
There are only two people in the host’s house, the host and the small host, what about the hostess? I have been wondering why there is no hostess. Later, the little master told me, “Mom went far away, far away.”
The host doesn’t like to laugh, and he feels dull every day, but the cat feels right. , I can see that he likes me very much. He often hugged me in front of the mistress’s picture and said to himself, “Ye, you like cats the most, but I never let you keep them. I’m really not a considerate husband. Do you still blame me? You see , This is our cat, I call her leaflet, do you like it? I heard that the cat can extradite the soul of the dead, will you see us in the eyes of leaflet?” Whenever this time, the owner’s eyes There will be a drop of water falling on my soft hair, and later, I know, that is called tears. He also often held me in his arms and said something that I could not understand. When he said these words, his eyes were always very deep.
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The host is a naughty three-year-old boy, he also likes me very much, but the way he likes it is not the same as the host, he always catches me Mao or hit me with things to run around. I am a little afraid of the little master. Fortunately, whenever this happens, the master will step forward and stop me, then take me away. The embrace of the master is really warm.
I grew up in the warm embrace of the owner every day, and became a beautiful young female cat. The beautiful appearance made the male cats around me want, but, I don’t Like them, I don’t know why, I just don’t feel them. Until one day, when I faced the master’s deep eyes once, I understood that I was fascinated by this eye and fell in love with my master-a human!
Impossible love is painful, but I would rather sink in this pain. I am crazy about the owner, away from other cats. During the day, I obsessedly waiting for his return at the window, and at night, I crawled at his feet. I know it is impossible to have him, but, I don’t care, as long as I can see his eyes every day, curled up in his warm arms.
Days and days passed, I thought, I would just stay with him until I was old. . . . . .
The suddenness of everything made me feel terrified. It was a night of lightning and thunder, and the master and the little master were asleep. I couldn’t sleep. With the instinct of cats, I had an ominous hunch. I rushed to the owner’s bed and yelled at him. He ignored me, “Little leaf, it’s late, don’t make trouble.”