A cat suddenly broke into my life
The cat in the yard
I am 33, the editor of single reading. I have been very distressed over the past few weeks because a little white cat has entered my life. It is a female cat with a pointed face and a long tail. It has stocked a lot of fat in the wild in winter. It has no name yet, so it is called "cat".
I live on the first floor of an old community, with a half-abandoned yard connected to the room, and stray cats come in from time to time. Out of a simple compassion, I will put some cat food and water on the ground. Until the end of last month, on a cool Sunday, I saw two cats trembling in the wind and sand, and opened the door.
One immediately shrank on the sofa in vain, and it was a cat. In the evening, the cat litter pot that I ordered urgently had just arrived, but it grabbed the door and was about to leave. A few days later, it finally spent the night at my house. When I woke up in the morning, my home was very peaceful. It didn’t scramble or urinate, nor did it mean to leave. When I was in the company during the day, I still missed cats in my heart.
Is it still there? Is it a destined thing to break in like this? Should I keep it and share my home (and my love) with it?
The cat at 33 family
I actually didn't like small animals since I was a child, so I can only say that I don't hate it. When I was four years old, I raised a black and white fur dog at my grandmother's house in Hangzhou as a janitor, and I held it when I was very young. Later, grandma said it was stolen by a motorcycle rider. I cried and began to consciously oppose eating dog meat—before, my consciousness about animals was in chaos.
Later understanding comes from learning, and part of it comes from things seen in society. When I was studying at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, I read about the influence of anthropocentrism and capitalism on animals. Such as industrial feeding, which are actually quite cruel.
With the support of knowledge, I feel even more guilty towards animals.
In addition, I often see some animals that I don’t see in the city, such as monkeys and wild boars, and there are parks nearby that are dedicated to playing with pets. I think it was at that time that I opened my eyes and knew that these animals would not have such a big impact on the city life you were used to. I no longer think that animals must be strictly separated from humans in life, but in fact there can be an intermediate state of coexistence.
But not long ago, the Hong Kong Fisheries and Conservancy Department began to use food to trick wild boars out of the city and then take them away to euthanize them, saying it was "humane destruction." I'm very hard to accept this method. In fact, many citizens get along well with wild boars and can feed them so that the wild boars will let go of their guards.
Wild boars are walking in downtown Hong Kong, telling about cats. Going out of books and news, after meeting stray cats in daily life, although I didn’t say that I was crazy about love or something, I would have a little concern and felt responsible.
Since you let them live in the city according to your rules and you have such a little ability, you should make them live a little more comfortable - this is what I think.
I also started observing them. It turns out that cats have so many looks, so many voices and personalities, some are fierce, some are gentle, some are sad, and some are stupid. Cats also have social relations, such as whoever lets them eat first and whoever plays well with them.
After experiencing training in school and society, I seem to only use my body as a machine to produce it. In a city life where almost only work and mobile phones, watching the kittens run, climb trees, and jump from high places made me turn my head and pay attention to how my body moves, rediscovering my animal side.
The cat that entered the house
At the beginning, it attracted my attention was a little orange cat. Sometimes when I didn't close the door, it would sneak in and act coquettishly with me. The milky voice and face were a bit like that of human children. When I was feeding it with my own hands, I felt a hot stream of things rushing up and I got up. When I was at home on weekends, it basically came to report. Until the end of October, I never saw it again. I don’t know if it was dead or adopted. I was very sad those days.
At this time, it seems that is destined, and the "cat" stays in my house longer and longer. Sometimes I feel free to see it running in the wild, and sometimes I know that it will not live long, which makes me think deeply. If I adopt it, I have to lock it at home and make decisions for it. I remember a scholar said, "People and pets are inequality in love." But after a period of closeness, I couldn't bear to let it live a life of life. It can't speak, how should I know its intention? At the end of the article, there is a new progress on cats, which will gradually become a habit. I am "Sister Diao" and a senior cat slave. When chatting with people, I asked me to talk about my experience in editing. I actually don’t have much confidence, but if I asked me to talk about my experience in raising cats, I would be particularly confident. Sometimes, the sense of value brought to me by publishing books is actually not paid by the three leaders in my family to eat two cans a day.
Xiaohei, New Year's Day, glutinous rice, from black to white, since I was studying for graduate school, I mistakenly became the cause of rescue for my friends, from their rescue partners to foster care, and finally became the adopter of those cats who could not be sent out. There are a lot of stray cats in Renmin University. Young college students are prone to raising cats in their dormitories on impulse, so every winter and summer vacation, school starts, and graduates, a new "wandering army" will be welcomed on campus.
Even people with higher education treat animals like objects. We really had a deep understanding back then. This may be because we lack the education of love since childhood and our understanding of love is learned when we grow up. Whether it is my generation or some parents around me, they don’t know how to teach children how to love, how to love flowers and plants, how to love kittens and dogs.
They will teach children to love their parents and our society and country, but no one teaches children to love small animals, and they don’t even have to love themselves - it’s not selfish and utilitarian love, but truly empathizing with life.
I don't think I'm the master of Dingdang and Yimi, nor are they my belongings. Even if you call yourself a "pet owner", it's just a way to say to another human being. We are an equal and interdependent relationship. The love they give me is something I can’t reach as much as I spend. Even if they don’t give back anything, it is rare for us to love purely as an object of love.
Judy agrees very much that even parents and children have more or less demands on each other. And we and the little animals can just live happily together. When I woke up early in the morning, the two sweet mountains of life immediately pressed on my heart. Even if I was a drop in the bucket, do anyone know that the one-way space Beijing Dongfeng Township Branch also adopted two kittens? The white man is called Lydia. He has a very strong temper and likes to give people a claw. He originally wandered on the streets of Sanlitun. The flower's name is Hu Zi. It originally appeared in the Huajiadi Store in one-way space. It was very vigorous. It knocked down the other stray cats and moved in. Perhaps because of the experience of wandering, they prefer people who do not show good to them actively. They must take the initiative to be intimate with you.
Lydia and Hu Zi occupied a seat in the office
colleagues took Hu Zi to undergo immunization and sterilization. The cost of the surgery, and the daily food for it and Lydia and other stray cats were basically paid by the bookstore. Sometimes when bookstore customers see them, they will kindly buy cat crawlers for them. Although they cannot receive the same good care as domestic cats, there are still people who are thinking about it. When they are trapped in dangerous places, colleagues will climb trees to rescue them.
The particularly contradictory thing about getting along with small animals is that on the one hand you treat them as friends or family, and on the other hand you realize that they are different species from you and are small animals. This is something that has to be faced. Perhaps everyone has their own way of facing it, and because of this, the relationship between humans and animals can accommodate many subtle emotions that are rare in human society. The most basic thing is that you can not love them, but at least don't hurt them.
Know that they are weak, and you should be gentle to them.