Chapter 4 i lost because of love

At ten o'clock at night, the first thing I said when I entered the door was, "Have you eaten the cat?" Ask again: "Have you eaten?" The worker said, "Have you eaten?"I said, "That's the difference. You can find food yourself, but he can't!" The cat still came up to me quickly and affectionately, whirled around my feet, kissed, rubbed, licked, kissed my feet, and recognized the shoes I wanted to change very softly, jumped on them to try the softness He walked over with confidence and meowed: "Pass through the security check." My heart was broken, and I couldn't bear the pity in my heart anymore. I rushed to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, and opened a brand new box of canned food.The cat can’t wait to stick its head into the refrigerator, and screams excitedly. I understand the joy of anticipation. I have also been so hungry. I want to eat, but I can’t. , have the joy of rebirth.When the door was closed, his head was almost pinched, and he was dizzy with excitement.

I wrapped the plastic wrap that had been placed in the Kara Food Court together with the untouched fish on it and threw it into the trash can.A new plastic wrap was laid on, and as soon as it was put on, Kara's tongue began to lick and lick, probably a conditioned reflex.Holding a small spoon dedicated to Kara, scoop out a big piece of chicken he loves to eat, listen to the sound of his greedy and impolite eating, and one hand is very domineering to protect the side that has not had time to eat Meat, as if afraid that I would snatch it, touched his back and said: "Poor little boy, slow down, slow down, don't choke."

So far, I'm completely lost. The laborer sighed and said, how can you do this?Too pampered.I have been unable to believe that you are such a good teacher. Carla is a typical carnivore. I think he is closer to tigers or dogs than cats.Because he only eats chicken, beef and so on, and he doesn't touch fish at all.I looked at him with a human eye, thinking that since he is a cat, who doesn't like to steal?A few days later, I changed him to a canned fish on my own initiative.Carla didn't eat any of it at the time, so I threw it away.Because I am not a standard mother, I will be willing to be a trash can without complaint or regret if I can't do what my children won't eat.

I took him for an injection yesterday, and the doctor said that Kara must eat some special canned fish with added nutrition, which contains special calcium and iron suitable for his growth.I told the doctor right then that he doesn't eat fish.The doctor said that for the sake of the child's health, he has to eat as much as he eats, and even if he doesn't eat, he will be fed. The frequency is not much, only once a month! I'm mentally prepared.I seriously assured the laborer in advance that I must tell him to eat it, and I will feed him the doctor's canned food tomorrow without feeding him anything.Everyone must not pity him, he must be so hungry that he has no choice but to eat.Labor said, I have no problem, the key is you.I said categorically: I can hold on.If you don't believe it, you can't hold back a cat.

I started to prepare last night.From 4:00 p.m. onwards, he will not be fed anything else.By ten o'clock in the evening, Carla was hungry and started barking.Jumping on Dad's lap and biting Dad's fingers, jumping on Mom's lap, twisting buttocks and asking for supper.I poured the doctor's can on the plastic wrap.Press his head. The little guy sniffed, turned around twice, protested twice, and left. Last night, he was so hungry. When I got up in the morning, he pounced on me again, signaling that it was time for me to feed him, and strode towards the kitchen, fearing that I would not know where he had gone, and would turn back to meet me, anyway, I would have to drag me to the kitchen to feed him.

I looked up the food and left it as is.So he grabbed his head, pinched his mouth open, and poured a spoonful of it down.Carla rolled her eyes in pain, belched nauseously, tried to spit it out, but couldn't spit it out, shook her head pitifully, stuck out her tongue, blinked her eyes, but didn't say a word, only told me with body language that he didn't like it. I'm so bitter, I can't drink it anymore, let him do it.If you are hungry, you will naturally eat. I was worried about Kara in the afternoon, so I adjusted the rest of the class and came back to see him specially.

Still haven't eaten.Kara has been hungry all day.A little listless.I didn't hate my mother because of her cruelty.Seeing me enter the door, wrapping around my feet, sniffing my feet, sitting on my bag and smiling at me, warm and happy, as if telling me, Mom, I can hold on, and I love you no matter what. Went to the kitchen to check, still no food. Touch his head, touch his hungry belly and say, Xiaoshasha, is it really so unpalatable?Hunger strike?It's better to have something to eat than to be hungry!Don't bow down for five buckets of rice like a scholar-bureaucrat.Carla couldn't understand what I said. I think his persistence should be due to his natural aristocratic temper.

I sit in front of the computer and drink tea.Carla squatted on the carpet and combed her hair carefully, licking it clean and smooth.Although he didn't eat anything that day, he still pretended that he had already eaten and looked satisfied.It's just the inadvertent rumbling of his stomach telling me that he's really hungry. Carla, as always, wanted to jump on my lap and surf the web with me.If it was night, he would often bite my clothes, pull my buttons, or look at what I was doing curiously, and fell asleep after a while. But this afternoon, he was probably so hungry that he tried to jump a few times, but he failed to jump on my leg, and scratched my leg out of a few white spots.I hugged him on my leg distressedly, stroked him along his fine down, and let him know that I didn't dislike him.Carla was very sensible, nodded, and continued to suck my fingers and grind his teeth, biting me very gently.He knows that I love him, so even if he is hungry, as long as he has my hug, he is still very happy.

I'd rather him yell at me viciously, or throw a tantrum when he's dissatisfied like a child, make a mess of the house, or scatter food all over the floor, expressing his anger in a violent way. Maybe I'll feel better. He doesn't, he doesn't show anything but loves me.suffer in silence. I surrendered and fed him well, at 10 o'clock at night.I like to see his belly bulging, stretching while walking, jumping up and down actively around the house.I don't want my cat to suffer. Labor education I said that necessary suffering is for his own good.I said, go fucking hypocritical and restrain him with our human eyes.I don't want to.I am for your own good, will you quit smoking?For your own good, will you read books without playing games?If you can't do it, don't force my pussy!

I lost, to a month-old cat. In front of the one I love, I will always be a LOSER.I don't care about saving face.So what if you win, so what if you lose?Making my lover happy is my greatest joy. 2003-12-21