How much I miss my inseparable "good partner"-every household.
Every family is a lovely puppy. Round head with a pair of bright eyes, and then put on a brown dress. Oh! Don't mention how cute.
In retrospect, my family and I were so happy at that time. Every morning, I take a shower, have breakfast and go to school happily. Every family always follows me all the way, as if protecting me. Until I got to the station, until I got on the bus safely, until the car galloped on the road, until the car disappeared from everyone's sight, it refused to go home.
Every time I come home from school and get off the bus, I can always see the familiar figure of every household. It always sticks out its little head and wags its furry tail and runs to me. Then, the two of us skipped all the way and went home happily.
However, last summer vacation, my family left me forever. Went to a beautiful and quiet paradise.
On that day, the scorching sun scorched the earth mercilessly. In the high temperature of 40 degrees, I blew the air conditioner and watched TV with my parents at home. I looked at it and thought of every family. I think, on such a hot day, everyone must be hot! I went downstairs to see it in a panic. As I expected, it was unbearably hot. Show your long tongue and gasp. I can't take it into the air-conditioned room to blow the air conditioner. I can't help but let it take a cold bath. There is a small pond in my house, and the water is not deep. Every family used to play here with me. I picked up every household, came to the pool and gently put it in. But as soon as I let go, I heard everyone scream. Then, I watched it sink stiffly. I panicked at once, shouted at my Lord, and tried to catch everyone with a stick. Grandpa and uncle came first. As soon as my uncle saw it, he took the stick in my hand and slowly fished everyone up with it, shouting "Turn off the electricity and turn off the water pump." It took me a long time to understand. It turns out that when I visited my family in the swimming pool, the water pump at the bottom of the pool was working, and water was a very conductive object. I looked at the body of my dear family, and my eyes were wet. How I regret it. If only it were not summer; If only the pump were broken; If water cannot conduct electricity, it will be an insulator; If only everyone could open their eyes and run and play with me. But nothing is possible, everything has happened. Later, my parents buried their families in the garden where they loved to play with me before they died.
In this way, everyone left me without looking back. How much I want to see every family now, how much I want it to protect me all the way to the station, and how much I want it to run towards me when I get off the bus.
Ah! Ladies and gentlemen, I want to say to you: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, young master was really wrong!" " Did you hear that? Young master is wrong! "
The story of me and the little animals-grandma's big cat.
Grandma has a big cat at home. Already eight years old, equivalent to 50 years old. Obviously, it is already "grandpa". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and climbing trees on the house is not a problem.
This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.
This big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats when it sleeps, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had repented and wanted to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine. . . . . .
Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" I just can't swallow it! I'll give you something powerful. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the slacker to the ground. This time, the slacker seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. . . . . . At this moment, the slacker rolled his eyes, glanced at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if demonstrating.
This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still a hero.
Disabled leopard
The fence in the yard was chewed down by termites, so I went to the mountain to cut wild bamboo and repair the fence. It's a long way. I brought a box of glutinous rice for lunch.
Luckily, I happened to meet a chicken when I was chopping bamboo. I killed it with one knife, plucked the hair, put it on with a bamboo stick and baked it on the fire. Soon, the fragrance was overflowing and my mouth was watering. The roast chicken is killed and eaten now, with golden color, shiny oil, crisp skin and tender meat. Alas, even the emperor can't enjoy this kind of fun!
I was so proud when I suddenly heard a squeaking sound coming from the impenetrable spotted grass on the left. I turned my head and almost scared to death-a colorful leopard head leaned out of the thatch. Leopards can swim, climb trees and run like flies. They are more difficult to deal with than tigers. Among hunters, there is a saying that there are two leopards, two pigs and three tigers (the first is a leopard, the second is a wild boar and the third is a tiger).
It is only a dozen meters away from me at most, and I dare not run. When I run, it will jump up and throw me out from behind easily. This guy must have been attracted by the smell of roast chicken. I had a brainwave and threw the undercooked chicken at him, hoping it would be greedy for delicious roast chicken and leave me alone.
The roast chicken rolled to the grass three or four meters away from the leopard's head. It picked up its nose and sniffed greedily. The long leopard's tongue kept licking its lips and slowly emerged from the thatched pile. A pair of big eyes stared at me and looked at the roast chicken, showing a hesitant expression. I was holding a wooden knife and my hair stood on end. After waiting for a while, it went to roast chicken. Thankfully, roast chicken is more interested in it than I am. I took the opportunity to stand up, step by step, ready to retreat to a safe distance, turned and flew away.
However, when its body was completely exposed from the spotted grass, I found that I didn't need to run away at all. I just took a quick step, which was enough to get rid of it, because one hind leg was bloody, one paw was gone, and the whole leg was hanging in the air. Oh, it turned out to be a disabled leopard!
Usually, people always think that wild animals in the forest, especially large wild animals, must be very strong, and their facial features and limbs are intact. This is a natural view. In fact, because the wild animals in the forest have no hospitals or any medical care system, and they are always in fierce competition in the jungle, the proportion of disabled people is quite high.
I don't know how this leopard's paw was broken. Maybe it was hit by a shotgun, maybe it was bitten off by a wild boar's fangs when catching wild boar, or maybe it was injured when competing with a jackal for food ... One thing I know very well is that all animals can hardly run and hunt when their forelimbs are injured. Once their hind limbs are injured, their center of gravity can't be balanced, so it is impossible to jump again.
The crippled leopard grabbed the roast chicken and wolfed it down. It can be seen that it has not eaten for several days, and it is skinny. It is still a female leopard, with two rows of breasts hanging down from her abdomen, which is also shriveled, like a shriveled loofah.
If I had known it was a disabled leopard, I wouldn't have foolishly thrown a delicious roast chicken at it. Now, it's too late to regret.
On the third morning, I got up to go to the toilet. I just opened the door, closed it like an electric shock and bolted it. A leopard with a money ring is lying in my yard! There is no doubt that this guy got into the yard from a gap in the fence that I haven't had time to repair.
I quickly removed the shotgun from the earth wall, filled the barrel with gunpowder and iron sand, and looked out from the wooden lattice window lattice. The leopard heard the door open and closed, and turned his head to my hut. Oh, dear! Either enemies don't get together or eat my disabled leopard with roast chicken! It is more gaunt than it was three days ago, with a dusty face and eyes full of gum.
I closed the latch. In my hunting career, all animals are instinctively afraid of the sound of pulling the bolt. They will jump and run away, or at least be so nervous that their hair will open, their ears will stand up and they will growl angrily. But at present, this disabled leopard is still lying on the ground, just looking at me with a sad face. I felt strange and couldn't help but take another look. I saw that its injured hind leg was exposed a few days ago, and the wound was seriously inflamed, festering and festering, emitting a stench. The carrion was covered with maggots. It was panting and its four leopard legs twitched stiffly. It seems to be dying.
Why should I waste bullets on a disabled leopard who is dying and too weak to stand up? More importantly, bullets will damage the beautiful leopard skin. I gave up the idea of shooting at once.
Seeing that I was looking at it through the window lattice, it struggled to move under the pomegranate tree on the left side of the yard and shuttled back and forth between me and the pomegranate tree with a little pleading eyes, as if eager to bridge the gap between me and the pomegranate tree. I'm confused. I opened the door, put my hand on the trigger, pointed the gun at the head of the multicolored leopard, and walked carefully to see what happened.
Under the pomegranate tree, there lies a little leopard! This little leopard is about the size of a cat, and its eyes haven't opened yet. Its body is covered with grass and mud, crawling feebly. The disabled leopard climbed up to the little leopard, stuck out his long tongue and pushed the little leopard like a ball, pushing it towards me bit by bit.
"Shh-shh-"I waved my shotgun to stop it, but it stubbornly pushed the little leopard in front of me. I stepped back step by step, and its painful eyes stared at me closely, and its expression looked very depressed and disappointed, and it also gave me a light roar of "Oh-". This is by no means a threatening roar, but a sad plea.
I suddenly had a bold idea. This disabled leopard came to my yard early in the morning, not to steal livestock or hurt me. I thought of it out of desperation. It seems that she is a lactating female leopard. Unfortunately, she was badly injured in her hind legs when hunting, and she could not find food or secrete fragrant milk. Just gave birth to several cubs, one after another starved to death, and finally only this cub was left, which was starving. Knowing that he would not live long and didn't want to lose his last baby, he endured the pain and climbed into Wanguanglong Village from the mountain under the cover of night.
I handled it three days ago. It remembered my smell and found my home with the keen sense of smell of the cat. He mistakenly thought that I threw it to him out of pity. He thinks I'm a good man and will help him adopt this cub.
He was dying, breathing more and more rapidly, and it became more and more difficult. His body was so painful that he couldn't even climb up, but his tongue was still shaking stubbornly, trying to push the little leopard in front of me. The leopard's eyes are still staring at me expectantly.
I seem to be inspired by something mysterious. I threw away the shotgun, bent down and picked up the little leopard, put it on my arm, stroked its back and kissed its furry cheek.
The disabled leopard's eyes showed a look of relief. The leopard's tail slowly drew a circle in the air and then froze.
This is an accidental opportunity. My friend gave me a bird egg. I didn't know what it was at that time, but I had a strong desire in my heart: I would hatch it until I was raised!
I put it in a warm place and made a simple bird's nest out of cotton. Everything comes to him who waits. After a few days, a little life was finally born. You have no idea how surprised and happy I was when I came out of my shell! I picked some snacks to feed it. This little guy can really eat, eating a lot in a row. I have been carefully feeding and training according to the methods taught by my friends. A few months later, the parrot not only learned some common daily expressions such as "Hello", "Good night", "Welcome" and "Bye bye", but also learned some words such as "Fuck you" and "Beat to death" from those idle people. Over time, this parrot also learned the sound of motorcycle engine, the sound of hammer knocking, and the "twisting neck and ass" in healthy songs.
In this way, parrot and I became inseparable friends. Whenever I come home from school, it will fall on my shoulder and "comb my hair" with my mouth to welcome me back. In the morning, it always wakes me up from sleep. It often cries, "lazy pig, get up."
Once when I came home from school, I found the key in my room. I am very anxious. Just when I was depressed, the parrot flew over my shoulder, pecked me in the face with its sharp mouth and said naughtily, "There is a way, there is a way!" " "Then he disappeared. I know it is impossible to rely on parrots. I have to figure it out myself. I thought for a long time and finally came up with a way, that is, breaking the glass. Just as I was lifting the stone, suddenly the parrot flew to my shoulder and flapped its wings. I took a closer look and saw that it had a bunch of keys in its mouth. I am ecstatic. It was the parrot that helped me through this time.
There is one more thing that I will never forget. I remember that time, I was playing by the pond, and I was alone. I accidentally fell down and fell into the pond. The water in the pond is deep, but I am a landlubber. I struggled desperately, but I couldn't climb ashore. I was desperate and thought it was over this time. Unexpectedly, my parents rushed over and pulled me up. Later, I learned that my parrot flew to my father in time and dragged him to the pond with its mouth, and I was rescued.
Because of this lovely parrot, my classmates often come to play with me, which adds a little fun to my life.
One day, I was playing with my parrot, and my mother pulled me aside and said seriously, "Son, you must put the parrot back into nature!" " "I asked my mother," why? "My mother told me:" Birds often live with people instead of in nature, which not only leads to a bad life, but also shortens their life. "
After listening to my mother, I feel very contradictory. Should I put it back into nature or leave it to me? I can't sleep at night without thinking about tea and rice for a few days. I don't know what to do. Parrots see me unhappy, as if they know something, and they are as unhappy as I am all day. After several days of careful thinking, I finally made a decision, that is, to put it back into nature. After making this decision, I feel much more relaxed. Because how much I love it! How can I bear to make it unhappy and shorten its life?
One morning, I held the parrot in my palm and put my face close to its head. I have been with it for so long, and the relationship is so harmonious. How reluctant I am to let it leave! When I let go of my hand, how heavy my heart was. It was at that moment that I shed tears for the first time because of my heart. The parrot didn't leave at once, but scratched his face with his little paws. It seemed very sad, too, and cried with me! I watched it again and again. Finally, it flapped its wings and flew into the air. I watched it until it disappeared into the jungle. ...
The next morning, as usual, I was awakened by a familiar voice. When I opened my eyes, the parrot was making faces! "Hey, why is my parrot here? Didn't I send you back to nature yesterday? " I thought to myself. I played with the parrot for a long time, and in the afternoon, I let it go again. But it didn't take long for it to fly back It seems that this little guy can't hold on.
Later, I heard from my classmates that animals have feelings. If you cultivate them, they will be attached to you and grateful to you. It will always follow you. Since then, I have never driven it away, and we are more friendly than before.
A friend has a cat named Mimi, whose hair is golden. She is always shy when meeting people, and her big eyes sparkle with formality and anxiety. I picked up a teddy bear to tease it. Did not show the naughty and curiosity that a three-month-old cat should have. Before I gradually entered the game, it seemed that I was not hostile.
My friend picked it up from the ground and told me its strange life story.
There is a wild cat near the community, and my friend has seen it in a dark corner several times. Wild cats also have love, and the crystallization of love is seven kittens. Mother wildcats can't raise so many offspring and live a hungry and fulfilling life. After the kitten was weaned, it picked it up and put it at the door of the community, and then hid in the dark until the family found the kitten.
Even if the kitten is happily carried into the house, the mother wildcat will not leave immediately. She will stay outside for a while until she is sure that the kitten has been accepted by her family, and then go back to the nest to take the next one. It is said that there are several families where children bring kittens back. In less than five minutes, the kitten was thrown out by the adults at home. At this time, the mother wildcat will pick it up and try her luck in another family.
Finally, there was a little black cat, which was never accepted. Maybe its color is not auspicious, maybe the pets in the community are saturated. Anyway, the wildcat mother raised it herself.
My friend touched the cat's nose in her arms and said, "Remember your mother? Your mother doesn't want you. Do you miss your mother? " The cat meowed back.
A friend said that the kitten hasn't been out of the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of the gate and must have been thrown out by someone else's house. If friends occasionally carry it to the area near the door, it will make a miserable cry and try to break free. It is afraid of being abandoned again. So I was surprisingly good since I was a child, knowing that it doesn't need guidance to pee at the floor drain, and unlike ordinary kittens, it takes the sofa and sheets as its own martial arts school and grabs the line everywhere. It has established a deep affection and tacit understanding with its owner, which reflects the rare attachment of cats to people. My friend goes out to work at seven in the morning. He wakes up his master at six o'clock every morning, so my friend never has to set an alarm clock. Every day after work, the kitten will lie on the balcony, expecting the owner to appear.
My friend finished the story of the kitten, and I fell into a long meditation.
Wild cats have always been hated by people They haunt at night and are filthy, just like Satan's apostles. I have heard and witnessed many incidents of human persecution of wild cats, many of which are outrageous and cruel. Conversely, in the eyes of wild cats, human beings should also be their number one natural enemy. It is difficult for you to get close to wild cats within five meters. They will run away immediately when they smell human voices.
Why did the wild cat mother take great risks and give her own flesh and blood to humans?
I think this wild cat mother must be a domestic cat. She also enjoyed the warmth of her family and the love of her master. She knows human beings and knows that kittens are very attractive to most people.
Maybe it's not that it can't keep this litter of kittens alive. A more reasonable explanation is that it doesn't want the kitten to live a life of hunger and cold. It knows that when the kitten is in a family, she will eat delicious cat food and lie on the spacious balcony to enjoy the sunshine. What a good intention! Who can say that the glory of maternal love shines only on human beings?
The offspring of wild cats finally lived up to their mother's expectations. Every kitten grows up healthily, without a trace of wildness, and is smarter than ordinary domestic cats. I hope they won't suffer from their mother's misfortune, be abandoned by their owners and live on the streets. I also hope that the wild cats in all corners of our city will eventually disappear, because what they yearn for forever is still human love.
A friend has a cat named Mimi, whose hair is golden. She is always shy when meeting people, and her big eyes sparkle with formality and anxiety. I picked up a teddy bear to tease it. Did not show the naughty and curiosity that a three-month-old cat should have. Before I gradually entered the game, it seemed that I was not hostile.
My friend picked it up from the ground and told me its strange life story.
There is a wild cat near the community, and my friend has seen it in a dark corner several times. Wild cats also have love, and the crystallization of love is seven kittens. Mother wildcats can't raise so many offspring and live a hungry and fulfilling life. After the kitten was weaned, it picked it up and put it at the door of the community, and then hid in the dark until the family found the kitten.
Even if the kitten is happily carried into the house, the mother wildcat will not leave immediately. She will stay outside for a while until she is sure that the kitten has been accepted by her family, and then go back to the nest to take the next one. It is said that there are several families where children bring kittens back. In less than five minutes, the kitten was thrown out by the adults at home. At this time, the mother wildcat will pick it up and try her luck in another family.
Finally, there was a little black cat, which was never accepted. Maybe its color is not auspicious, maybe the pets in the community are saturated. Anyway, the wildcat mother raised it herself.
My friend touched the cat's nose in her arms and said, "Remember your mother? Your mother doesn't want you. Do you miss your mother? " The cat meowed back.
A friend said that the kitten hasn't been out of the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of the gate and must have been thrown out by someone else's house. If friends occasionally carry it to the area near the door, it will make a miserable cry and try to break free. It is afraid of being abandoned again. So I was surprisingly good since I was a child, knowing that it doesn't need guidance to pee at the floor drain, and unlike ordinary kittens, it takes the sofa and sheets as its own martial arts school and grabs the line everywhere. It has established a deep affection and tacit understanding with its owner, which reflects the rare attachment of cats to people. My friend goes out to work at seven in the morning. He wakes up his master at six o'clock every morning, so my friend never has to set an alarm clock. Every day after work, the kitten will lie on the balcony, expecting the owner to appear.