In the afternoon, when I came home, I saw a white cat lying on the fence of the basement window.It seems sick.When I walked towards it, it turned its back to me, lying there low, its belly tightly against the iron bar.I have never seen a cat lying on its stomach so cautiously, paws tightly on the iron bars.It was trembling all over, its head was shaking slightly, and its ears were constantly turning, as if it was tracking every sound. It heard my footsteps, and each time my foot hit the ground it gave it a spasm.The cat was terribly frightened, but it neither ran away nor turned its head.Its soft fur swirls as the wind blows.What a lovely cat.

When I walked in front of it, I realized that someone had gouged out its eyes.On the cat's small face, there were two bright red slits, and the blood was still flowing. It desperately shrunk down, as if it wanted to bury itself.Maybe it wants to kill itself?In short, the cat that lost its eyes seemed hesitant.It no longer dared to take a step forward, nor did it dare to take a step back.The two bright red slits on its face are like a woman's mouth with lipstick.I watched it for a while and then went home. When I got home, the house was empty.Before I saw the cat, I felt very hungry, and I kept thinking that there was still a box of snacks at home, but now I feel nauseated.In addition, I felt numb all over, and my head was empty, and I couldn't think of anything.

The sky outside was gloomy, and the house was dark.But the door to the balcony was open, and it was brighter there.I went to the balcony and looked down. The cat had somehow climbed to the edge of the fence platform, and stretched out its front paws to test it carefully.The fence platform was about 20 centimeters off the ground, not much longer than a cat's front legs.It couldn't get to the bottom no matter what, so it lay there and tried for a long time, its claws were like a bamboo basket for fetching water.As I stood there, I suddenly felt a desire to jump off the third floor.I went back to the house.

When it was getting dark, I went to the balcony again.In a pale blue haze, I saw the cat still there, its front paws still probing the void.The half-foot-high platform must have seemed a terrible abyss in the cat's anguish.I don't know why it would not give up that painful and hopeless attempt.Then it lifted its head up, threw its bloody, empty eye sockets to the sky, and opened its mouth to scream silently. I knew it must be begging the good God of cats to save it. I was like it when I was a child. If I broke something worth more than 20 cents, I was afraid that I would be beaten severely, and I would pinch its pieces together again and again, screaming in pain in my heart, begging that it would be broken. It grows automatically, and even wraps the fragments in an old newspaper, puts them on the table, and avoids them from looking at them.I always hope that some good god will turn it into a good one when I'm not watching, but it never works out.

Now that cat is just as stupid as I was when I was a kid.Its little white head was bouncing up and down.It is pain that makes it self-taught to believe in God. I couldn't sleep at night, my heart was pounding, and the room was so dark that it was scary.I can't figure out why anyone would goug out a cat's eyes.Don't cats scream?Doesn't blood flow?Aren't cat's eyes clear?After digging out one, wouldn't there be a hole in the bloody forest?How can we dig out another one?So how does one go about gouging out a cat's eyes?It made me retch several times.I got up from the bed and went to the balcony.There is a dim street lamp below, which illuminates the cat on the platform. It is slowly crawling along the concrete edge of the platform, constantly stretching out its paws to test.It climbed to the edge of the wall, squatted up carefully, groped the wall with one front paw, then turned around with great difficulty, and crawled back with its belly sticking to the ground like a gecko.It just kept crawling back and forth.I think the cat's world must contain only a narrow passage, with abyss on both sides and cliffs at both ends, and two fiery iron rods nailed where the eyes used to be.

At three o'clock in the morning, the cat meowed in front of the window, and the meowing was frightening.I covered my head with a quilt, and the screams still came into my ears. When I went out in the morning, the cat was still lying there screaming, the blood on its empty eye sockets had dried and looked less scary, but its screaming canceled out all the benefits. I was very anxious that day.I just feel that the world is groggy, and there is a bright red wound in the world, which is bleeding continuously.This atrocity was committed in broad daylight, for no apparent reason, and without even a single excuse.

All I know is that there's a ready excuse that it's a cat and not a man, but even that doesn't close the wound. On the way home from get off work in the afternoon, I remembered a few creepy things again, such as cutting throats, burying alive and so on.When doing these things, there is an excuse, but these excuses are all wrong, and it cannot explain the atrocities themselves. When I got to the platform, I saw that the cat was dead. Its body was thrown into the corner, and it looked much smaller than when it was alive.I let out a long breath and felt much lighter.I wore a thick cotton-padded jacket this morning, and now I feel unbearably hot.I went upstairs while taking off my padded jacket, whistling loudly.My fiancée was waiting for me at home and made a lot of dishes, but I still didn't think it was enough, so I went to the street to buy beer.

I came back with two bottles of beer, and when I passed the platform, I saw the phantom of the cat lying there, with blood still flowing from its two empty eye sockets, and shivering pitifully.Feeling terrified, I turned my head and tiptoed over. As I was going up the stairs, it occurred to me that something was wrong.The cat that died was white, but the phantom I saw was a yellow cat.When I walked to the door of the house, I realized that this was another cat whose eyes had been gouged out, so my body shook violently. When I got home, I was drenched in cold sweat quickly.She asked me what was the matter.I couldn't explain it to her except that I wasn't feeling well.So she sent me to bed, plus three quilts and four overcoats.She ate the whole table by herself and drank two bottles of beer.

That cat was screaming at night, scaring me out of my wits.I also remembered that in the Ming Dynasty, people tied up the prisoner and cut off his flesh piece by piece. When there was no blood, yellow water flowed from the bones, and the prisoner's eyes were still open. From then on, there was often a cat on that platform, without eyes and dripping with blood.But I can't always be used to it.I can't understand this.When people passed by, they only said lightly: "These children are really naughty." It is said that they caught these cats from the suburbs. I was a kid too, but it never occurred to me.I told everyone about this in my work unit, and they also said the same thing after hearing it.I'm the only one who finds it terribly frightening.So I often talk about it with others.They gradually got tired of hearing it.Someone said to me: "You are really boring."

Last night, another cat screamed on the deck.I stayed up all night, and it suddenly occurred to me that these things were not accidental, and there was a reason for this. Of course, a thing that occurs so frequently must not be accidental, and there must be a law governing its occurrence.People don't go out on a whim to goug a cat's eyes.It is a force that governs them. This kind of power will not appear alone, it must have its origin, I don't know where this origin is, but it must exist. The terrible thing is that I can't feel the presence of this power, which most people are already familiar with.Maybe it's not just a force that I don't understand, but a whole new world?I have felt its existence, but I cannot enter its gate, because there is an abyss between me and it.I am like the blind cat on the platform, far away from the world.

The cat was dead when I went out the next morning.But the platform won't be empty for long.I've made up my mind. I was carrying a schoolbag, and there was a rope and a knife in the schoolbag.I'm going to the animal dealership to buy a cat.I knew all about it when I took its eyes out and sent it up on the platform. At that time, I really stepped into the world.