Chapter 11 mum

The little mouse lay on its back and shivered. The cat didn't look at it, as if nothing happened, it stretched its long legs.Just like that, the little mouse was in a daze, and finally thought of running away. It got off the cat and slipped quietly down the stairs. We all asserted that this time it ran away. But the cat turned over, jumped lightly, and held it down without looking at it (Yinger later learned how cats always do).Putting it on its belly again, the little mouse started shaking again. After doing this again and again, Yinger was astonished like a little girl, with bright eyes.Till the cat got bored, picked up the little mouse and bit off its head.

I spray the cat and the cat is not very friendly with me.Yinger called it Mimi in her familiar way. "This 'mi' is too big," I said, "like a fox." Ying'er stayed on the island, and she didn't seem to mention the big cat in her letters afterwards, but only said in a letter: She seems to be a little bit stronger, and she is no longer afraid of mice.She said: "The method is very simple. If you hate mice, you will not be afraid of them." She drowned them, just as I used to drown the mice when I got up in the cool of the morning, and Yinger blamed it all on me.I didn't ask much, and now that I think about it, obviously the cat is long gone.