Chapter 6 my heart

I'm going back to China for a month's vacation. It was originally a happy event, but because of my Mimi, I was reluctant to leave.I still dare not tell my mother that I don't want to go back, because there is only Mimi at home.If I tell you, my mother will be furious and scold me for my heartless things. It doesn't matter if I don't see her for two years, but Mimi will worry if she doesn't see her for a month. My mother shouldn't blame me, the reason is that I can live without my mother, but I'm afraid my life will be lost if Mimi leaves. Little things are not independent, they are adults at least 5 months old, they always think of themselves as BABY, and when they see me, they will yell and get into their arms. I am typing here now, and he is lying on my back Playing with his own tail on his legs, he would often roll down with a little inattentiveness and make a violent move, knocking his head, and then crawling and crawling under the sofa in fright, as if someone else was doing it. Like murdering him.

I am spoiled by small things, and I have to eat everything fresh.Just like the only child, they don't know how to snatch food.He likes to eat, stays there today, and will stay there tomorrow, without worrying about the next meal at all.In the past, I cooperated with him to eat shrimp, I ate meat, and he ate heads. Everyone was happy.As a result, one day I was troublesome, so I gave a shrimp to the little guy. He tasted it, and since then, he has been dissatisfied, and he doesn't bother to eat the head anymore.He broke my head to him and pushed his mouth to one side to express his contempt, and he simply went on a hunger strike.As a mother, I couldn't hold back him, so I had no choice but to turn around from then on. He ate meat, and I ate heads, and everyone was happy.

I went to eat at the market that day, and while I was eating a duck head, a wild Mimi came, swallowing and staring at the bones on the table.I threw the gnawed bones to him, he ate so greedily that there was no bones left, it made me bitter to see, so I simply stopped eating, threw the rest of the meat and bones to the wild cats, and then sighed , Mimia, a child with a mother is a treasure, I can't imagine that you are so tricky, will you wait for others to drool when you go out? Mimi is especially good at pretending to be pitiful.It has been surprisingly hot in Singapore, and the air conditioner has been turned on at home.I dare not put him in an air-conditioned room, for fear that he will shit and pee.The "shuanggui" (going to the toilet at the specified time and place) that he had finally developed was afraid that this closure would destroy his good habits.So, before turning on the air conditioner and closing the door, I had to coax him, "Mimia, Mommy is too hot, you need to cool off, can you play for a while?" He promised readily, yes, but as soon as I closed the door , he started clamoring to come in, squatting at the door, his voice was not loud, but it made people feel distressed, as if he had been abandoned, even though he was abandoned outside the door of his study.

Let him in again, and tell him, "Mimi, mom wants to write something, don't make trouble, don't make trouble when you come in, but if you have to go to the bathroom, tell mom, don't stay in the room, okay?" Okay?" He promised readily, but within two minutes he went out again, just stood on the sofa by the door and watched you bark, and barked so fast that he felt urgent to urinate, and even scratched the doorknob with his paws , almost unscrewed.I was so scared that I couldn't remember what I was going to write, so I quickly carried him to the toilet. When he got to the edge of the urinal, he was like a normal person, wandering around, or hugging my feet and gnawing.I was so angry that I scolded him: "You are not allowed to come in in the future! You are making trouble!" He also replied to me: "No—!"

He played this game all night, coming in and out, going out and coming in, never tired of it. At night I was tired and was about to go to bed, and he was also tired from playing, lying next to me and not waking up all night.Sometimes when I was hungry, I would climb up to my ear and kiss, and make a secret sign with me, three times I would bite my ear for fish. I just got up several times a night to feed my little ancestor, exhausted.It's a little bit like raising a child. I'm going back home, and I'm so worried.Who will take care of the little thing? I thought about sending him to a friend's house for foster care for a month, and I told him the daily precautions, and took him to adapt to the environment on Saturday. I couldn't get out from under the sofa, but I managed to pull it out. My body was shaking like chaff. The little claws grabbed me tightly and crawled along my spine to the top of my head. Several holes were scratched out in the new clothes.Even when I went to other people's bathroom to use the toilet, he didn't leave a step, insisted on squeezing in with a stern face, and looked at me eagerly.

A friend reprimanded him outside: "The women's toilet! How can you go in! You are a man's boobs!" I had no choice but to ridicule the baby, it doesn't matter, son, he is a child at most, not a hooligan. I had to take it back, and I haven't talked about putting the baby in a friend's house since then. So I came up with a whim and kindly invited a single friend to live with me that month, with free Internet access, free accommodation, and drinks and food, on the condition that I would take care of Mimi for me. "Is it difficult to take care of your cat?" "It's not difficult at all! It's so clean! I wash it all day by myself. You don't need to worry about urinating or defecating, you just need to empty the urinal once a day." "What does he eat? "I prepare fish, shrimp, canned food, condensed milk, yogurt and cake, and feed each of them twice a day."

"What are you talking about? Your cat eats so well? Otherwise, I'll be a cat at your house. I've been running around like this all day, and I can't even eat a hot meal. Really, people are more angry than animals!" Just because of his words, I was shaken again. He called my cat a beast.That's a curse word for a beast, how can he use it on my baby? I don't think he has feelings for my Mimi. My Mimi has a lot of sentimentality, she is a delicate cat, not only to be satisfied with food and clothing, but also to communicate with each other.He will definitely not hug Mimi and kiss Mimi when he is free, talk to Mimi, and play a homesick song that suits Mimi's mood when Mimi is looking out of the window.

This month, I'm really scratching my head. 2004-04-17