My pet | The tenderness in the world is given to the orange cat

Aju and I met when we were hanging out on a rainy day. At that time, Aju was accompanied by a small black cat.

Two little figures were running around in the drizzle, and suddenly they saw a human with a fragrant octopus ball coming to the door. Aju's eyes lit up, and he brought his younger brother to my feet to rub.

It was the first time I came to this new community after moving. Before that, I rarely encountered stray cats. Even if I encountered them on the road, it was the kind of vigilance that as long as people moved their feet, they quickly slipped away. species. This is the first time I have met such a warm little guy like Aju. I didn't know at the time that this lush green community was literally a cat kingdom, and the orange cat was a powerful force in it. Of course, this is another story.

On that drizzly and hazy afternoon, in a small corner, a little girl and two kittens began to carry out sneaky deeds without the knowledge of the entire kingdom--divided up all kinds of food one after another. Since then, we have had occasional meetings and shared meals in that corner. Aju is a cat that only knows how to repay her kindness and will escort me back every time I finish eating, although I don't know if she is suspected of spying on more snacks.

In my sophomore year of high school, I fell in love. In the high-pressure environment imposed by academics and adults, underground secret exchanges are inevitable. At that time, Aju was the opportunity for every "tryst". Taking advantage of the upright and bright time of feeding the cat, I secretly dialed the phone and created an atmosphere in front of Aju that is unique to a young human being. I don't know if she overheard anything. Most of the time, after the tail swept across my face, Aju climbed up on my legs and feasted on the human flesh cushion; one felt uncomfortable and wanted to turn around, but another tail attack blocked the way I wanted to. Say something shy - maybe the warm-hearted kitten still has a cocky heart.

At this point I have to mention that although I have always called her Ah Ju, strictly speaking, Ah Ju is not an orange cat. In fact, her hair color is very mixed, her limbs are white as snow, her back is black like running water, and she even has dark circles around her eyes. It's eye-catching, and she has a bright and enchanting energy that most stray cats don't have; more importantly, she doesn't have a chubby figure like Garfield, and since I knew her, even under my violent feeding attack, she was still like that With a slender figure, it was me, who accumulated winter fat in the process of "stealing" with her.

You might say that a little snack might not be enough for her. However, I'm not Aju's only friend. Since Aju and I set up a meeting place, the residents of Building 22 have also discovered this lovely little goblin - who can stand the little orange cat who loves to rub against his trouser legs and meow as soon as he sees someone? temptation. The grandmother on the fourth floor hides cat food in the mailbox, the young lady on the eighth floor often brings meals down, and there are often well-behaved children sharing snacks. Gradually she had a pink nest and a fixed rice bowl - although it got dirty quickly after each wash. See, Aju was spoiled by the residents of this building. So strictly speaking, she's not my baby—she's the whole building's baby. And the reason why she is still so thin, after my observation, is probably because of this little guy, when other cats are still working hard to make a living and trying to accumulate fat, she has already begun to gracefully eat small meals and go for walks in the sun.

Aju is a representative of the orange cats in the community, as well as Xiaoju (her daughter) and some orange cats whose blood relationship I can't figure out. Although they may not have the comfortable life of Aju, they surprisingly have different views on people. General intimacy. In contrast, the black and white cat family in the community, because they are too vigilant, it is really difficult for everyone to approach, feed and caress, and they become knights that appear and disappear near the garbage dump in the evening. Most of the white cats are not restrained, and their bodies are a bit bulky; most of the black cats are bony. I often feel that when God made cats, he stuffed a sunny life into their orange fur.

And once the slender Aju becomes thick, there is no doubt that she is pregnant.

Go to school on Sunday, go home on Friday. By the time I saw it, there was a grey-striped cub lying in the corner. The original daughter has already established her own business, and now, it is time to travel the world with the little gray cub.

It wasn't long before Xiao Hui died.

The little life fell under the speeding battery wheel, and it was too late to hide. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but when my mother walked in with "sin and sin" in her mouth, I was shocked.

Is the life of an orange cat really so dramatic? Even after so long, I still feel that Aju's life should be lazy and happy. I can't believe the sudden turn of cat life.

I started to cry at night. It's really strange. For someone with low tears like me, the first reaction is not to collapse and cry, but to be shocked and unable to say a word. It's the kind of feeling that the tip of the heart is pressed against the tip of the knife, it's hard to put down, and it can't be pierced. Maybe I saw the regret that death happened on the life that has not yet experienced life, and saw the helplessness of the small being unable to resist the giant. It's gone, there's no way to get it back.

But it was destined to be a night of thoughts. It is not clear whether I am sad for Aju or for Xiaohui. A momentary turning point always makes people shudder. Open the sadness, deep down in my heart is a deep guilt for them as a member of the human race. Perhaps in the human world, grief comes more from the pity of "run over a cat today" rather than the empathy of "it's gone". In my mind, I recalled the scene of Aju and Xiaohui sleeping together, trying to let myself forget the complicated thoughts under the sadness. But I really can't overcome this guilty feeling, and I can't even be sure that Aju is a lovable kitten or a caring little friend.

What scares me even more is, will Aju leave us from now on, like a black and white cat, will she have vigilant eyes from now on?

Ah Ju's small bowl was really clean for a while.

Aju is a stray cat, and she may never have a home for her family. We made her a home in our own right, and ended up hurting her mercilessly with the dominance and negligence of the behemoth.

I can't find her. I met many orange cats along the way, but I knew it wasn't her.

Every cat in the world is unique.

But one day, the sun was shining brightly, pulling Ah Ju back.

Seeing the languid figure on the lawn through the glass door, my heart skipped a beat: Ah Ju is back!

As soon as she saw people come out, she turned her white belly up and rolled around trying to be scratched. My nose is sore, it's true that Aju is back.

Life went on, as if after a period of wandering and searching, she firmly believed that the unweaned gray cub was miraculously able to stand on its own.

She continued to be intimate with everyone.

At this time, I felt the cunning of the orange cat. Maybe to her, I'm just a different kind of big cat, a rich big cat with lots of treats, a big cat that's not very similar in structure and can be touched, hugged and held high. , a kind of big cat that can be accompanied and loved as a friend.

Be loved because of love.