Chapter 53 a bastard

I have a peculiar animal that is half a kitten and half a lamb.It was a relic I had inherited from my father's estate, but it did not grow until it came into my hands.In the past, it had more lambs and fewer kittens, but now the two are basically equal. The cat's head and claws, the size of a lamb, the shape of a lamb, and the eyes are similar to both, shining brightly and full of wildness.The fur is soft and clings to the body.When moving, it will not only jump up and down, but also lurk.It curled up snoring in the sun on the window sill, and ran wildly as soon as it got on the grass, and it was almost impossible to catch it anymore.It runs away from cats, but likes to attack lambs.The gutter is its favorite path on a moonlit night.It can't meow and hates mice very much.It can lurk by chicken coops for hours without ever taking the opportunity to murder.

I feed him sweet milk which is good for his body.It gulps milk into its mouth, its carnivorous fangs of no use.For children, it is certainly a great spectacle.Sunday morning was its meeting time. I held the little animal in my arms, and the children of the neighbors stood around me. At this point, strange questions are asked that no one can answer: why is there only one such animal, why is it that I own this animal, has there ever been such an animal before it, and what will happen to it when it dies? What happens, does it feel lonely, why doesn't it have litters, what's its name, etc.

I never expend energy to answer and am content to show what I have without further explanation.Sometimes the children brought cats, and once even two lambs, but there was no recognition they expected.The animals looked at each other silently with their animal eyes, evidently acknowledging each other's existence as a divine fact. In my arms, the animal knew neither fear nor the joy of the hunt.It is the most comfortable thing to snuggle with me.It is loyal to the family that raised it.Perhaps it was not some uncommon devotion, but the genuine instinct of an animal which, though innumerable in-laws in the world, presumably has none of blood, felt the protection it found in us to be sacred.

Sometimes I couldn't help laughing, it sniffed left and right around me, crawled around my crotch, and couldn't part with me.It is not enough to be a cat or a sheep, it almost wants to be a dog.Once—it can happen to anyone, I sat in my rocking chair at home with the feeling that my business and everything about it was going nowhere, and I had to let it all crumble and rot. I was holding the animal in my arms, and when I happened to look down, I saw tears dripping down its thick whiskers. —Is it mine, or is it his?Does this lamb-hearted cat still have human ambition? ——I don't have many things I inherited from my father, but this relic is still available.

There are two kinds of anxieties in him, the cat's and the lamb's, and they are so different.So it feels that its skin is too tight. —sometimes he hops onto the chair next to me, puts his front legs on my shoulders, and puts his mouth close to my ear.It seemed to be saying something to me, but actually it was looking down into my face to observe the impression its words made on me.In order to make it happy, I pretended to understand something and nodded.Then it jumped to the ground and jumped around me. The butcher's knife might have been a solution for the animal, but it was an inherited relic, and I had to reject it.So it had to wait until it had breathed its last, though it sometimes seemed to be looking at me with a sane man's gaze that begged for sane action.