Cat 1 Cat is a symbol of charm and enchanting. It shuttles through the city, leaving a lovely figure in every corner. Seeing them playing, I can't help but stop and watch, but even such animals will be killed by the wicked.
Recently, I always see such a scene in the yard: a thin cat is running desperately in front, and two or three people are chasing after it with sharp weapons in their hands. Ten minutes later, they grabbed the cat by the neck and walked past me. The poor kitten cried sadly and looked around helplessly. Begging for a little help, but no one came out to stop it.
I followed them quietly to see where they caught all the cats. In a big warehouse not far away, I saw them go in. I ran to the door left unlocked at once. I sneaked in, and the scene before me still haunted me. Thirty or forty cats were squeezed into a small cage, unable to move, and some cats still had wounds and blood dripping. Beside the cage, there are some terrible pictures. Some cat meat, some cat guts and some bodies are all in a trash can, still bleeding. It can really be said that "rivers of blood".
Seeing this, I was so angry that I wanted my parents to help these cats when I went home, but all I got was silence and a sentence, "Don't mind other people's business, just mind your own business."
I don't want to help these cats, but seeing these words on the Internet shattered my idea: "Some cat lovers stopped the cat cart in expressway again and again, and every time it was Lacrimosa. Once, after a "cat dealer" car passed smoothly, they knelt on the expressway and begged to let the cat go, but it was useless. Watching the cat car gradually disappear from my eyes, all that is left is the cry of heartbreaking. " It turns out that not only I am angry, but also some uncles and aunts are angry. Even the society has lost love. what can I do?
Such a society, such a cat seller, such a cat lover. Let's open a door for the cat together! ?
Composition 2 of Cat Junior 2 is as follows:
There are two cats in my family, one is a tricolor cat, and the other is a black and white cat. Everyone has made great contributions, but the contribution of the three-flowered cat is greater than that of the black-and-white cat. Because of them, there is no squeak at night. Then, let me talk about their glorious history!
Let's talk about the three-flowered cat first, please continue to watch!
On an opaque night, there was a sudden squeak, and the three-flowered cat lying next to me had turned its head to the place where the squeak came from. Obviously, it heard it earlier than I did. I was not sleepy at that time, so let's take a look at the process of catching mice in the moonlight outside. At this point, the three-flowered cat has already waited for the target to appear at the mouse hole. After waiting for a few minutes, I lost my patience and lay down to get ready for bed. At this time, the squeak is much closer. The cat is still waiting for it, so I can't help turning my head to the mouse hole. Fortunately, there is a little faint light, otherwise you can't see clearly! After dozens of seconds, the stealthy "thief" came out. I thought the cat would jump on it and bite it, but it didn't go. It may be too early. By the time the mouse looked around, the cat had arched its back high. As soon as the mouse came out of the hole, the cat jumped at it with lightning speed. Before the mouse realized it, it was killed by the cat. I fell asleep soon after watching the rat-catching operation.
Besides, black and white cats are still far from Sanhua cats.
In the same place, at different times, the squeak at night woke me up. Look at the bright moon. Black and white cats sleep soundly than I do. After waking the cat, it still wants to sleep. I took it to the mouse hole and it squatted there. After waiting less than a minute, it came back and went to sleep again. Do it again, but it is indifferent and still asleep. In desperation, I can only spend a sleepless night with the squeak. But it usually catches mice, but rarely.
Although their ability to catch mice is uneven, I treat them equally and will not be biased.
There is a boy in our class, of medium height, fat in vain, shaking his big head with high IQ all day, walking, throwing off his arms, standing with a round belly, walking in duck steps and enjoying himself. People nicknamed him "Fat Cat".
Fat Cat loves UFOs very much. Speaking of the topic of aliens, he was very interested and began to speak. He even talked about pictures, and his classmates were shocked and asked, "What happened later? What happened later? " From time to time, I also sold a pass, "If you want to know how it will be next time, listen to the next decomposition" and stopped talking. Seeing who brought a book about UFOs in the class, "Fat Cat" begged to borrow books from others: "Brothers (sisters), please lend them to me! Please, I-I can't call you big brother? Why don't I exchange some books with you? " He bows, and when he borrows books, he is like "gnawing" at reading. ...
Once in a math class, as soon as the class started, the teacher began to ask about yesterday's knowledge. As soon as the question was raised, the students raised their hands one after another, and the teacher suddenly pointed with his hand: "You!" Look around at the "fat cats". "It's you, don't look." The "fat cat" labored to move its heavy body. With the creaking of the chair and the collision of the table, he barely stood up, raised his right hand and looked at it. He muttered thoughtfully, "Teacher, I didn't raise my hand!" " The whole class burst into laughter.
Another time, in the same math class, the teacher talked about scales and asked, "Suppose my family builds a house, what should we do first?" The students replied with one voice that the painting. Only "Fat Cat" shouted at the top of his voice "Hit the Basement". Let the teacher laugh and cry.
His story is endless. I want to laugh at the thought of him. This is our class's "fat cat", our class's pistachio, laughing at the factory. Where there is him, there is laughter.
Once upon a time, there was a very lowly cat who lived on a farm. The cat walks around with its head down every day. It always thinks others are better than it. So one day, this self-abased cat saw the huge cow praised by its owner and began to imitate other animals, hoping to get the praise from its owner.
It's cool and fine weather. This imitation cat got up early, yawned and went out for a walk. It looked at the roof and found the rooster standing proudly on the roof, shouting loudly "Goo Goo ~". He muttered to himself that he must wake up his master tomorrow so as to get his appreciation, so he ran to find his master. Thank you for waking me up every day. This is a summary for you. Take your time! "He said to himself, I must do it. Before dawn the next day, I imitated the cat and put oil on the soles of my feet. I ran to my master's ear and screamed loudly. The owner was awakened by this crazy cat in his sleep. In a rage, he swore, "What do you mean, it's not light yet? Get out." So the poor cat was scolded because it was not her specialty.
The next day, the imitation cat walked around the house in frustration because it was scolded yesterday. It saw a stranger enter the house and the dog barked. He only saw his master come out without beating or cursing, and praised the dog desperately, so he imitated the cat and thought that he would bark as long as anyone came in, so that he could be praised. The next day, other children came into the house to play. The cat saw it and immediately said, "Meow meow." It sounds funny. The children are not afraid at all, and they throw stones at it and say, "You cat, why are you barking here?" The cat was bullied and went back sadly.
Suddenly one day, a mouse sneaked into the house. When the cat saw it, it rushed after the mouse and shouted, "Dead mouse, run again." They chased for a while, and the mouse was finally killed by the cat. When the owner saw it, he praised the cat and said, "You are great. You caught a mouse for me." Cats will happily enjoy the praise of their owners.
Since the cat gained confidence, it stopped imitating others and became a unique cat.
I saw a cat when I went to my grandmother's house two years ago. Its fur is light yellow, its eyes are bright and deep as the sea, and it has a unique spirituality of cats, which makes people feel that they can see through your heart at a glance. Although it was amazing at first sight, how long is a cat worth remembering? I saw it jumping around lightly, turning around and disappearing into the Woods on the hill.
There are so many interesting things in grandma's house that I have long forgotten this strange cat. Until that afternoon, it suddenly broke in and meekly lay on my feet. I was surprised at first, then smiled and fed it something to eat. Life is still the same. I only occasionally feed it some food on a whim to comb its messy cat hair. It always likes to lie on my feet and take a comfortable and lazy nap, quietly.
When my cousin saw the cat break in, he advised me anxiously: You, don't you know that the cat is a heartless animal? Last time grandma saw a kitten and kindly brought it in, but it scratched her hand. I don't really care.
The day before we left, the cat was still on my foot, and I was giggled. Suddenly, a kind of sadness came to my mind. I have never found out that I am used to waiting for the cat every afternoon, feeding it and grooming it, but I can't bear it. The cat seems to be sensitive to my mind and looks up at me. I look as usual.
Only when I sat in my father's car the next day and watched them pack their bags, did I know that I really could not bear to part with my grandparents, my leisurely life and the cat. It hasn't snowed here for more than ten years, but before leaving, it snowed heavily. Crystal clear snowflakes fall on your fingertips and slowly melt. Will such cold weather come again?
The bus has started, and I lie prone on the window, stubbornly wondering what I am waiting for. When I passed that small forest, I seemed to be summoned by something. I looked at the highest point of the hill. The cat stood there, and the heavy snow fell on it, covering its yellow hair.
He just looked at me, and his heart suddenly overflowed with satisfaction. I can't believe what my cousin said, but it was only a few seconds. The car roared by, and the body gradually became smaller in the field of vision until it was out of sight. I withdrew my sight.
I haven't seen the cat since.
My little goldfish died. Earlier, I didn't focus on the origin of the little goldfish. If I were to say it, it would be a long story.
I am deeply immersed in memories. ...
The little goldfish was bought by my mother when the first semester of the sixth grade started. There are three goldfish in all. In order to make such a meaningful goldfish live for a long time, I went to find extracurricular books and learn the skills of keeping goldfish. I know exactly what kind of water to use and how to change it. God helps those who help themselves, and miracles happen. In the past, goldfish died in less than a month or two, but this time, it was the longest time I kept it, more than a year.
Little goldfish used to spend hot summer holidays and cold winter holidays with me. When I am lonely, the little goldfish will play with me and help me to relieve boredom; When I gave them food, I felt a sense of pleasure when I saw them scrambling to eat!
When I used to raise goldfish, I tried to smash two goldfish bowls. Maybe my mother thought I was too careless to buy a fish tank. So, I used a simple pot to raise small goldfish. Therefore, I feel guilty for not giving the fish a beautiful and comfortable "home".
Recently, when I was in junior high school, I was so busy studying that I almost forgot the goldfish. Not only did I not change water with them, but I also seldom fed them. My mother did all the work instead of me.
Today, the little goldfish died, and I am very sad.
Through this incident, I understand: in the future, don't just cherish when you lose it, you must cherish everything around you.
"Don't", I woke up from my memory and shouted. I thought, "I want to find out the cause of death of goldfish."
Then I found out. The fish is bleeding. I infer that the little goldfish died of a cut. However, who will hurt the goldfish? By the way, it's a kitten, a little girl. Because, little girl, it has changed. Not the little girl I used to like.
The little girl was covered with lice, and her parents decided to throw it into the country. Because there is really no room for lice flying all over the sky at home. I didn't want to at first, but how can I not do what my parents told me? I can only say to the calf, "I hope you can be independent, and you won't be as happy outside as you are at home." May the little girl grow up happily. I was sad for many days when the calf left, and I still miss it until now. Little Niu Niu left only a few photos in her mobile phone.
The little goldfish died and the little girl left. The days when cats and goldfish get along are over.
After reading the topic, you may have questions. How do good people become cats?
I am a "little greedy cat" in my mother's eyes. I remember it was a Saturday. My mother went to the supermarket early in the morning and bought a big bag of shrimp. She smiled and said to me, "Daughter, I will go to work in the morning and come back in the afternoon to cook spicy crayfish for you." After that, I left. At noon, I couldn't help it, so I giggled with my father and courted him assiduously. But my dad saw through my plan and asked me what it was. I said nothing, and my dad shook his head and said there was nothing to pay attention to, either rape or theft. As soon as I saw the plan exposed, I told the truth: "I want to eat lobster." But my cooking is not as delicious as yours. Nothing, as long as I can eat. Dad had no choice but to do so. By the time my mother came back, the lively shrimp had become an empty shrimp shell. My mother shook her head helplessly and said three words, "Little greedy cat".
I am a lazy cat in my father's eyes. I have to get up early tomorrow. So dad woke me up. I didn't even blink when my father called me. I turned over and fell asleep again. Every time my father pulls me out of bed and shakes me, I wake up. I said, "Dad, if there is one before going to bed, or there is a sleeping contest, I will surely win the first place." Father smiled twice and said, "Dad.
I am grandma and grandpa's little night cat. I remember finishing my homework one day and adding the wrong questions. The principle is one mistake and ten penalties, and three mistakes make ten questions. This task may be heavy. My grandparents were heartbroken when they saw me fighting with the night light. They said, "Granddaughter, have a rest or write tomorrow?" I'd like to, but a voice in my ear said, "Grandpa and Grandma, you can have a rest now. I am in good spirits and I am not sleepy at all. " Grandparents looked surprised and said, "Little Night Cat.
Now you see, in the eyes of my parents and grandparents, I am a little night owl, a little greedy cat and a little lazy cat.
This cat is a yellow and white cat, very beautiful and smart. The owner also likes it very much, and it is very happy. But one day, a pure white Persian cat, Xiaobai, came home, noble and elegant. Petty bourgeoisie is not used to raising another cat, and thinks its owner doesn't like it. He was angry with his master because he brought Xiao Bai. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, so he got depression.
The owner sent it to the pet psychological hospital. The doctor is a big dog with glasses. He is very kind. After learning about the baby, the big flower dog sent it to the home of a country cat.
Xiaozi took the Totoro bus and got off at a mountain village station. A black cat came over and said, "Are you a baby?" Xiao Zi nodded his head. The black cat took Xiao Zi's backpack. "Let's go home." Along the way, the black cat told Xiao Zi many interesting stories, and Xiao Zi smiled happily. I'm so happy for the first time in so many days. Xiao Zi asked curiously, "I don't know your name yet. What's your name? " "My name is Xia Xiaohe. You can also call me Xiaohe." Xiao He, what a beautiful name. Xiao Zi thought.
Busy in the kitchen for a while, Xiao He called Xiao He, "It's time to eat." Xiaozi thought there was something delicious, but it turned out to be wild mushroom soup and fried cabbage. Xiao Zi asked disappointedly, "Is there any fish?" "Fish?" Xiao He is very strange. "What is a fish? Can you eat? " The little boy just remembered that this is on the mountain, how can there be fish? It suddenly felt sorry for Xiao He. It's a pity that fish can't eat such delicious food.
After dinner, Xiao He took Xiao Zi to visit Miss Rabbit. Miss rabbit handed the little boy a rope made of flax and taught him to knit. Miss rabbit is ingenious. She can weave houses, mushrooms and even complicated hydrangeas. "Is that what you play?" Xiao Zi asked. Miss rabbit scratched her head: "What are you going to do if you don't play this?" Xiao Zi remembered that this was a mountain. How can there be so many interesting things? It immediately sympathized with Miss Rabbit, who was so pitiful that she had never seen wool.
The next day, Miss Rabbit said mysteriously, "Let's go and take you to a good place." Xiao He was curious and followed. As a result, it is a hydrangea field. "This is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen." Miss rabbit said happily. Xiaozi remembered the cherry blossom forest in the park near her master's house, which was many times more beautiful than hydrangea.
After living in Xiaohe's house for a few days, Xiaozi's depression will be fine. As for the reason, you know.