The one who swiped in the owner group today is a kitten. The kitten's fur color matching is quite fashionable: it is all white, from the eye socket up, covering the entire top of the head, it is dark black. At first glance, the kitten appears to be wearing a baseball cap. I fell in love at first sight and was so happy that I immediately called it a "baseball cap". The baseball cap squatted on the service desk with his legs straight and close together. This was a naturally good-looking kitten. My heart was pounding involuntarily, and I wanted to go downstairs and take it home immediately. The second time has come: can I still adopt cats now? Once the kittens arrive home, my simple life will become a lot more complicated: cat food, cat litter, cat litter, cat toys, cat meowing, cat noise, cat bathing, cat vaccinations, etc. Even if it is just a kitten, its daily needs are trivial. I can't do it. I have to go to work. I have to travel. I am going abroad. I usually write and read in a very quiet home environment. The third time came, and reason prevailed. Reason quickly wipes out sensibility. In order to avoid greed and sadness, I decisively deleted the WeChat in the group. Cut out the cute baseball cap. A name, born for three minutes, is dead.

I have adopted stray cats. Thirteen years ago. At that time I lived in a detached house with a big house. Although the house is rustic and simple, it has a front courtyard and a backyard, as well as wide eaves at the gate. One day I came home and was followed by a kitten. Followed from the gate of the community to my house. I entered the yard door and it followed suit. I opened the door, and it stopped at the gate sensible, just glanced at the house, and then squatted outside the door. How does it know that I don't want stray cats into the house? The little guy is so smart! This is an ugly cat, black and white variegated, skinny, with severe eye disease. I immediately washed it with eye mucus and put on erythromycin eye ointment. It completely trusted me and obeyed, so it smoothly turned me into its family doctor. Its eyes are fixed, it is full of food and drink, it goes around my trousers and acts coquettishly, and then lays down at my feet. What a peculiar position it was: it was completely relaxed and flat, like a cloth bag dropped on the ground. I asked it in amazement: "Hey, how can you look like a cloth bag? You are so funny!" The corners of its mouth were upturned on both sides, as if smiling. When I lift its neck, it simply packs it into a cloth bag, with no bones, no flesh, but only a piece of skin. I hold it in my hand, and it can swing freely. Our whole family laughed and laughed. There is no other way, this is fate. I named it "Bag" and it happily accepted. Every time it whispered "cloth bag", it came in response. From then on, the cloth bag ended the life of a stray cat, and officially lived in the porch of my house and grew fat and strong in my house.

In the early spring and February of the following year, the cloth bag gave birth to five kittens, all with tiger skin and stripes, all with tiger heads and heads, and both of them with bright and big eyes. That year happened to be the Year of the Tiger. There were five tigers on the grass in my house. Bees were buzzing among the flowers to gather honey. Under the eaves of the porch, there was a comfortable high-backed rattan chair. The warm sun was shining brightly. Lazy nap, what a good time it was. Time won't stop for a moment. It's now in a flash. Now, I live more in a small studio and get used to a simple and convenient life. Living in the box room of such a dense high-rise building, there is no longer the conditions and thoughts of adopting animals. It's just like today, when passion strikes occasionally, it can't help but feel even more melancholy afterward. Then I went to the balcony, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, reminiscent of the good old days. Can you think about it this way: Since there are good times in the past for you to miss today, maybe today will also be a good time tomorrow? Very extravagant idea. Very barren reality.

The one who swiped in the owner group today is a kitten. The kitten's fur color matching is quite fashionable: it is all white, from the eye socket up, covering the entire top of the head, it is dark black. At first glance, the kitten appears to be wearing a baseball cap. I fell in love at first sight and was so happy that I immediately called it a "baseball cap". The baseball cap squatted on the service desk with his legs straight and close together. This was a naturally good-looking kitten. My heart was pounding involuntarily, and I wanted to go downstairs and take it home immediately. The second time has come: can I still adopt cats now? Once the kittens arrive home, my simple life will become a lot more complicated: cat food, cat litter, cat litter, cat toys, cat meowing, cat noise, cat bathing, cat vaccinations, etc. Even if it is just a kitten, its daily needs are trivial. I can't do it. I have to go to work. I have to travel. I am going abroad. I usually write and read in a very quiet home environment. The third time came, and reason prevailed. Reason quickly wipes out sensibility. In order to avoid greed and sadness, I decisively deleted the WeChat in the group. Cut out the cute baseball cap. A name, born for three minutes, is dead.

I have adopted stray cats. Thirteen years ago. At that time I lived in a detached house with a big house. Although the house is rustic and simple, it has a front courtyard and a backyard, as well as wide eaves at the gate. One day I came home and was followed by a kitten. Followed from the gate of the community to my house. I entered the yard door and it followed suit. I opened the door, and it stopped at the gate sensible, just glanced at the house, and then squatted outside the door. How does it know that I don't want stray cats into the house? The little guy is so smart! This is an ugly cat, black and white variegated, skinny, with severe eye disease. I immediately washed it with eye mucus and put on erythromycin eye ointment. It completely trusted me and obeyed, so it smoothly turned me into its family doctor. Its eyes are fixed, it is full of food and drink, it goes around my trousers and acts coquettishly, and then lays down at my feet. What a peculiar position it was: it was completely relaxed and flat, like a cloth bag dropped on the ground. I asked it in amazement: "Hey, how can you look like a cloth bag? You are so funny!" The corners of its mouth were upturned on both sides, as if smiling. When I lift its neck, it simply packs it into a cloth bag, with no bones, no flesh, but only a piece of skin. I hold it in my hand, and it can swing freely. Our whole family laughed and laughed. There is no other way, this is fate. I named it "Bag" and it happily accepted. Every time it whispered "cloth bag", it came in response. From then on, the cloth bag ended the life of a stray cat, and officially lived in the porch of my house and grew fat and strong in my house.

In the early spring and February of the following year, the cloth bag gave birth to five kittens, all with tiger skin and stripes, all with tiger heads and heads, and both of them with bright and big eyes. That year happened to be the Year of the Tiger. There were five tigers on the grass in my house. Bees were buzzing among the flowers to gather honey. Under the eaves of the porch, there was a comfortable high-backed rattan chair. The warm sun was shining brightly. Lazy nap, what a good time it was. Time won't stop for a moment. It's now in a flash. Now, I live more in a small studio and get used to a simple and convenient life. Living in the box room of such a dense high-rise building, there is no longer the conditions and thoughts of adopting animals. It's just like today, when passion strikes occasionally, it can't help but feel even more melancholy afterward. Then I went to the balcony, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, reminiscent of the good old days. Can you think about it this way: Since there are good times in the past for you to miss today, maybe today will also be a good time tomorrow? Very extravagant idea. Very barren reality.