Pet mother: touching pet story

       There is a cat in my friend’s house. She is always timid when she sees people. Her big eyes twinkle with formality and uneasiness. I picked up a teddy bear and teased it. It didn’t show the naughty and curiosity that a three month old cat should have. It seemed that I didn’t have any hostility before I gradually put myself into the game.

       My friend picked it up from the ground and told me about his strange life experience.

       There is a wild cat near the community, friends have seen it several times in the dark corner. Wild cats also have love. The crystallization of love is seven kittens. Mother wildcat can’t afford to raise so many offspring. She lives a life of hunger and contentment. After weaning the kitten, it takes the kitten and puts it at the door of the residential area. Then it hides in the dark and waits until the family finds the kitten.

       Even if the kitten is happily carried into the house, the mother wildcat does not leave immediately. She has to stay outside for a while, until it is confirmed that the kitten has been accepted by the family, then she goes back to her nest to pick up the next one. It’s said that children are the ones who take back the kitten. In less than five minutes, the kitten will be thrown out by the adults at home. At this time, the mother wildcat will take it to another house to try her luck.

       Finally, there was a little black cat who was not accepted. Maybe its color was not auspicious enough. Maybe the pet in the community was saturated. In short, the wild cat mother raised it by herself.

       The friend nodded the cat’s nose and said, “do you remember the mother? ***Mom doesn’t want you. Do you miss Mom The cat responded with a meow.

       Friends said that this kitten has never been out of the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of the gate. It has been thrown out by others. If friends occasionally carry it to the area near the door, it will make a sad cry and try to break free, it is extremely afraid of being abandoned again. As a result, he has been extremely good since childhood. He knows how to make use of the floor drain without any guidance. Unlike ordinary kittens, he takes the sofa and bed sheet as a place for his martial arts practice. It establishes a deep feeling and tacit understanding with its owner, which reflects the cat’s rare attachment to human beings. Friends go out to work at 7 o’clock in the morning, it licks up the host at 6 o’clock every morning, so the friend never has to go on the clock. Every day after work, the kitten would lie on the balcony and wait for the owner to come out.

       After my friend finished telling the story of the kitten, I fell into deep meditation for a long time.

       Wildcats have always been hated. They haunt the night and are filthy, like the apostles of Satan. I have heard and witnessed many human incidents of wild cats, among which there are heinous cruelty. Conversely, in the eyes of wild cats, humans are also their number one natural enemy. It is very difficult for you to get close to a wild cat within five meters. When they smell human voice, they will immediately run away.

       Why, then, would a mother wild cat take a big risk and give her own flesh and blood to human hands?

       I think this wild cat mother must be a domestic cat. She has also enjoyed the warmth of her family and the love of her master. She knows human beings and knows that young cats have a strong temptation to most people.

       It may not be that it can not raise this litter of kittens. A more reasonable explanation is that it does not want the kittens to live a life of hunger and cold. It knows that the kitten will eat delicious cat food at home and lie on the spacious balcony to enjoy the sunshine. What a good intention! Who can say that the glory of maternal love only shines in human beings?

       After the wild cat finally lived up to her mother’s expectations, every kitten grew up healthily, without a trace of wildness, and its cleverness and cleverness surpassed that of ordinary domestic cats. I hope that they will not suffer from the misfortune of the wild cat mother and be abandoned by their owners and live on the streets. I also hope that the wild cats in every corner of our city will finally disappear, because what they always yearn for is still human love.

       My story with animals

       One morning, suddenly came a large black cloud, people can not distinguish day and night. I was watching TV in my room when a sharp flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. The TV image disappeared with the roar. I just stood there with my head in my arms and watched the rain outside the window gradually coming like a ghost from the distance. It was chilly behind me A white gray shadow rushed in from the window and flew over my head. With a crack, it hit the wall and slid into the soil. “: ah “I screamed. Hide in the bed. I thought I heard the ghost’s cry, which made me shiver, but after a while, I poked out my head and said, “nothing happened?” The sepals blurted out and then crept cautiously toward the gray thing for fear of making a sound. I was relieved when I found that the devil I imagined was actually an angel. A pair of yellow as crystal clear eyes, fear and panic at me. Body constantly twisted, trying to open their wings, but it is so powerless. I think even if it can spread its wings, it may not be able to fly. Now it’s all wet because of the heavy rain. Every mistake, it is a poor gray white pigeon. I can see that if I don’t help, it will never fly to the blue sky. So I extended a helping hand to it Every time I think of it, he is strong enough to “fly”! No, it can’t fly. When it was about to fall down, I caught it. At the same time, I felt a few drops of warm . it’s blood! I gently open its wings, there are several pieces of dyed red feathers! “Don’t worry, I will let you live!” There are several adults in my family who are doctors and a nurse. I can’t help learning a few tricks. I took the cotton to dry the blood on it as much as possible, and then used alcohol, iodine to eliminate the poison, and then put it under the hair dryer to blow dry, and then apply medicine to bandage All this went well, because I’m afraid it has no strength to resist. I remember that I ran the bird’s empty cage a few days ago, and now it’s in use again. So I put it in, by the way, I added a little water and grains into it. Unexpectedly, it seemed that it was weak and opened its eyes when it saw food. Like it had not eaten for more than ten years, I was shocked to see it hungry like this, and then poured some food into it. In a blink of an eye, it ate up again. After I settled it, I packed up and went to lunch.

       In the afternoon, the rain stopped, the sun was shining, and the sky was clear again. I put the pigeon on the table and it curled up in the corner and looked at me in fear. I have no choice but to go out. When I peeked at the door, I found that it stood up and looked out the window into the clear sky. It wants to fly? After that, every day as soon as I got home from school, I ran to my desk and fed my wife to watch it gobble. After that, I will change the dressing for it, but now its physical strength has recovered, so it is difficult to change the dressing! In the evening, I was painting at the table and eating biscuits. One third of the leftover food was placed by the cage. When the pigeon saw it, he immediately got up and pecked at it. He found it was quite good, so he ate it all. This time, I put the biscuit in my hand, next to the cage, and tried to look at it with gentle and friendly eyes. At first, it was scared to hide in the side, but then it could not resist the temptation, timidly came over, stretched its neck, ate it, and then ran back like an electric shock. In the next few days, its wound improved, its feathers grew, and its courage grew. It also had a fight with my Jingu, and even the dog’s nose dared to peck! Now when I sit at the table eating biscuits, it is no longer like a poor creature to shrink aside, but head up to me to ask for biscuits, I can not only feed it biscuits, but also touch it with my fingers! More to my surprise, I gently touched its head with my fingers, and it also pecked me playfully. It is no longer afraid of me, and I am closer and closer. After he was completely healed, I tied an orange rope to his leg to make it look more beautiful. One day, I went out to play. I asked my grandfather to help me tidy up the birdcage in advance. When I came back to see the lovely figure, I saw the empty cage. “Grandfather embarrassed to say:” I was changing water, did not close the cage, a careless it flew away. ” The tears, like the tap that can’t be shut down, splashed down. It’s gone. “Don’t cry, Grandpa will buy you one tomorrow,” he said “I’ll take that one!” I’m so angry. He ran back to the room crying. That night, I still used to eat biscuits. Looking at the empty cage, as if the pigeon came back. He’s eating the biscuit I gave him, ha! It’s still pecking at my fingers. I pat it on the head. It’s still addicted to biscuits! When I came to my senses, I found that my fingers were already in the cage. Two days later in the afternoon, our family was having lunch. The dog was eating bones. Suddenly, a platoon came to the balcony and yelled, “woof! Wang! Wang

       Dog and I

       How much I miss my “good companion” – my family

       My family is a lovely little dog. Round head with a pair of bright big eyes, and put on a brown dress. Oh! Don’t mention how cute.

       Looking back, at that time, my family and I were so happy, so happy. Every morning, I wash finished eating breakfast, then happily went to school. Every time my family always follows me all the way, seems to be protecting me. Until I got to the station, until I got on the bus safely, until the car ran on the road, until the car disappeared in the sight of home, it would not go home.

       Every time I come home from school, I can always see the familiar figure of every family. It is always outside the small head, wagging a small hairy tail, running to me. Then, we both hopped and jumped all the way home happily.

       However, last summer vacation, my family left me forever. To the beautiful and peaceful kingdom of heaven.

       That day, the hot sun mercilessly roasted the earth. In the high temperature of 40 degrees, my parents and I blow the air conditioner at home and watch TV. I looked at it and thought of home. I think, such a hot day, the family must be hot bad! I ran downstairs to see it. As expected, it was too hot to bear. His long tongue was exposed and he was panting. I can’t carry it into the air-conditioned room and blow it. I can’t help but let it take a cold bath. My family has a small pond, the water is not deep, my family used to play with me here. I picked up my family, came to the pool and put it in gently. But as soon as I let go, I heard a scream at home. Then, I watched the whole body of it stiff sink. I was flustered. I yelled at my grown-ups and tried to get my family out with a stick. My grandfather and uncle came first. When my uncle looked at it, he took the stick in my hand. He slowly fished up the house with the stick, and yelled: “turn off the electricity, turn off the pump.” It took me a while to understand. It turned out that when I visited my family in the pool, the pump at the bottom of the pool was working, and the water was a very conductive object. I looked at the body of my dear family and my eyes were wet. How I regret it. If only it wasn’t summer; if only the pump didn’t work; if only the water couldn’t conduct electricity; if only every family could run and play with me. But it’s impossible. Everything has happened. Later, my father and grandmother buried my family in the garden where he loved to play with me most.

       In this way, the family left me without looking back. How much I want to see my family now, how much I want it to protect my station all the way, how much I want to get out of the car and have it swing its head and tail towards me.

       Ah! Family, I want to say to you: “I’m sorry, I’m wrong, I’m really wrong, the little master is really wrong! Do you hear me? The little master is wrong

       It’s like this: my friend’s house has a cat with golden fur. She is always timid when she sees people. Her big eyes twinkle with formality and uneasiness. I picked up a teddy bear and teased it. It didn’t show the naughty and curiosity that a three month old cat should have. It seemed that I didn’t have any hostility before I gradually put myself into the game.

       My friend picked it up from the ground and told me about his strange life experience.

       Even if the kitten is happily carried into the house, the mother wildcat does not leave immediately. She has to stay outside for a while, until it is confirmed that the kitten has been accepted by the family, then she goes back to her nest to pick up the next one. It’s said that children are the ones who take back the kitten. In less than five minutes, the kitten will be thrown out by the adults at home. At this time, the mother wildcat will take it to another house to try her luck.

       Finally, a little black cat was not accepted. Maybe the color was not auspicious enough. Maybe the pet in the community was saturated. In short, the wild cat mother raised it by herself.

       “Do you remember the mother?” she said? ***Mom doesn’t want you. Do you miss Mom The cat responded with a meow.

       Friends said that this kitten has never been out of the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of the gate. It has been thrown out by others. If friends occasionally carry it to the area near the door, it will make a sad cry and try to break free, it is extremely afraid of being abandoned again. As a result, it has been extremely good since childhood. It knows how to defecate at the floor drain without any guidance. Unlike ordinary kittens, it takes the sofa and bedspread as a place to practice martial arts and has to open the line everywhere. It establishes a deep feeling and tacit understanding with its owner, which reflects the cat’s rare attachment to human beings. Friends go out to work at 7 o’clock in the morning, it licks up the host at 6 o’clock every morning, so the friend never has to go on the clock. Every day after work, the kitten will lie on the balcony to look out, looking forward to the appearance of the owner’s figure.

       After my friend finished telling the story of the kitten, I fell into deep meditation for a long time.

       Wildcats have always been hated. They come and go in the night, covered with filth, like the apostles of Satan. I have heard and witnessed many human incidents of wild cats, among which there are heinous cruelty. Conversely, in the eyes of wild cats, humans are also their number one natural enemy. It is very difficult for you to get close to a wild cat within five meters. When they smell human voice, they will immediately run away.

       Why, then, would a mother wild cat take a big risk and give her own flesh and blood to human hands?

       I think this wild cat mother must be a domestic cat. She has also enjoyed the warmth of her family and the love of her master. She knows human beings and knows that young cats have a strong temptation to most people.

       It may not be that it can not raise this litter of kittens. A more reasonable explanation is that it does not want the kittens to live a life of hunger and cold. It knows that the kitten will eat delicious cat food at home and lie on the spacious balcony to enjoy the sunshine. What a good intention! Who can say that the glory of maternal love only shines in human beings?

       The offspring of wild cats have finally lived up to their mother’s expectations. Every kitten has grown up healthily without a trace of wildness, and its cleverness and cleverness have surpassed ordinary cats. I hope that they will not suffer from the misfortune of the wild cat mother and be abandoned by their owners and live on the streets. I also hope that the wild cats in every corner of our city will finally disappear, because what they always yearn for is still human love.

       There is a cat in my friend’s house. She is always timid when she sees people. Her big eyes twinkle with formality and uneasiness. I picked up a teddy bear and teased it. It didn’t show the naughty and curiosity that a three month old cat should have. It seemed that I didn’t have any hostility before I gradually put myself into the game.

       My friend picked it up from the ground and told me about his strange life experience.

       There is a wild cat near the community, friends have seen it several times in the dark corner. Wild cats also have love. The crystallization of love is seven kittens. Mother wildcat can’t support such offspring, and she lives a life of hunger and contentment. After weaning the kitten, it takes the kitten and puts it at the door of the residential area. Then it hides in the dark and waits until the family finds the kitten.

       Even if the kitten is happily carried into the house, the mother wildcat does not leave immediately. She has to stay outside for a while, until it is confirmed that the kitten has been accepted by the family, then she goes back to her nest to pick up the next one. It’s said that children are the ones who take back the kitten. In less than five minutes, the kitten will be thrown out by the adults at home. At this time, the mother wildcat will take it to another house to try her luck.

       Finally, there was a little black cat who was not accepted. Maybe its color was not auspicious enough. Maybe the pet in the community was saturated. In short, the wild cat mother raised it by herself.

       The friend nodded the cat’s nose and said, “do you remember the mother? ***Mom doesn’t want you. Do you miss Mom The cat responded with a meow.

       Friends said that the kitten has never been out of the house since it was brought back. It has a deep-rooted fear of the door. It may have been thrown out by someone else’s house. If friends occasionally carry it to the area near the door, it will make a sad cry and try to break free, it is extremely afraid of being abandoned again. As a result, it has been extremely good since childhood. It knows how to defecate at the floor drain without any guidance. Unlike ordinary kittens, it takes the sofa and bedspread as a place to practice martial arts and has to open the line everywhere. It establishes a deep relationship with its owners, which reflects the attachment of cats to human beings. Friends go out to work at 7 o’clock in the morning, it licks up the host at 6 o’clock every morning, so the friend never has to go on the clock. Every day after work, the kitten will lie on the balcony to look out, looking forward to the appearance of the owner’s figure.

       At the end of the sixties, when I was only five years old, I went to my uncle’s house in the countryside for the winter. It was very hard in the village. On the day we arrived, we cooked several dishes with meat. The later meals were Wotou, porridge and pickled vegetables. There is a big dog in his family, which is green and white in my memory. The dog always sits in front of the house door and faithfully looks after the door. When I saw the dog for the first time, I was afraid and curious, but soon I became acquainted with it. I always squatted face to face with it, stroked its face and head with my hand, while it gently licked my face with its big tongue and yawned When I saw clearly that its upper teeth bore like a washboard, I was excited to tell you the “secret”.

       One morning, I didn’t wake up. I saw my uncle come in. My aunt woke me up. There was no pickle in the past, but a big pot of steaming meat. The children rushed to eat the meat. It was delicious! I heard my uncle say, “this dog is so loyal! I hit it on the head with a pickaxe, and it just lay there whining at me, neither hiding nor running, nor coming over to bite me, and let me hit it until the skull was smashed and bleeding all over the ground, and he still yelled at me low and looked at me with his eyes. “After hearing this, my brain was buzzing for a moment, and I realized that I was eating the dog. I couldn’t help but have a sour nose and feel sad in my heart. But in that month, my stomach was too poor. I was still eating meat, and after a while I didn’t think about it.

       In the twinkling of an eye, 30 years later, I have been the attending doctor of a medical university. The keeper in the animal room said to me, “I have a dog confiscated by the police. You can hold one if you like! “As soon as the cage door was opened, six or seven puppies came up shouting and shouting. I picked up the one at the front. It was yellow and white all over. It looked very smart. I picked it up in one hand, and took out the leftover steamed stuffed buns to feed it. The dog was hungry and devoured it. In this way, I held this little dog.

       Because he left his parents soon after birth and turned around several times, the dog cherishes the feeling of home. He is never naughty. When he goes out, he always looks at us with his eyes for fear that we will leave him alone. But sometimes, the dog is too dependent on us. When he is alone in the house, he always yells and asks us to take it. I was a little annoyed that I might disturb my neighbor. Once, as soon as the whole family went downstairs, he yelled again. I was really angry. I picked up the wire and hit it. One time, two times, and the third time, I stopped. Because it neither ran nor hid, but stood on all fours. I left the wire, cried bitterly, and looked at me earnestly. I threw down the wire, picked up the dog, lifted its fur, and looked at the skin painfully Whether it is broken or not, when I am sure I have not hurt the dog, I put it down, while stroking its head, while gently comforting it. The dog saw that I had forgiven him, was very happy, forgot the pain on his body, vigorously wagged his tail, and kept licking my hand. I gently put it on the mattress, and stroked it for a while, and then walked out of the house. This time, the dog turned good and didn’t yell.

       At Youdi, another dog’s sad cry sounded in his ear. The cry was full of fear of death, longing for life, trembling for pain, trust and doubt of its owner. At this time, its owner, a strong middle-aged man, was hurling a heavy pick at its head. It was a big dog. It could have jumped up and fled, or jumped at its master to fight against it. However, it did not move and let its master destroy it. In its simple and persistent mind, it did not believe its loyalty for many years, and what it gained was the owner’s stripping of its life Under the heavy blow of the pickaxe, it persevered with all its might, and begged for the sympathy of its master with sad and sad eyes. However, its master ignored it. Finally, its skull was smashed and its brain was flowing out. Its high pitched cry turned into a low cry. Its last sight was full of longing for life and attachment to its master. It left quietly The world.

       Two hours later, we returned home. The dog was so happy that he ran, jumped, jumped, and kissed. He picked up one of my daughter’s baby dolls to play. When he was tired, he nestled up to me and fell asleep. In his sleep, he would nuzzle his mouth and kick his legs. He must be in a naive dog dream. I gently stroked his little paws. In the world, we all think of orphans Poor, in fact, the dog is not an orphan? It has no parents, brothers and sisters, no one loves it, it flows into the world, has no self-defense ability, anyone can put it to death, however, its love for life and the desire for happiness is no less than that of human beings, no matter who it falls in, how the master treats it, it will determine the fate of its life, why can’t our love give it a little bit, let it fast How about happy life?

       The dog grows up day by day in my family. It gets taller and fatter, and its fur is shining. My daughter named it Zhenzhen. Zhenzhen really becomes a member of my family. My wife’s dog son and my daughter’s dog brother.

       In 1998, I stepped into my uncle’s house, which had been separated for more than ten years. It was a low, dark and indescribable small earth house. The Kang was on and under the Kang, and the beams on the wall were covered with soil. There was no decent furniture. There were spider webs everywhere. My uncle squatted on the low wall and ploughed the earth hard. He was so thin that his face was covered with soil. He could not recognize me After his relationship, he smiles and recovers his wooden expression. The days of suffering had numbed him to torture.

       Walking through the courtyard, I felt as if I heard the pain of the old dog, as if I saw its desperate and pleading expression. At home, its status can not be lower, the master is happy, give it a piece of leftovers, not happy will starve for a day, but it is still satisfied. In the cold winter, the master does not allow it to enter the house, so it sleeps on the cold loess, but it can still sleep safely. For many years, its only wish is to follow its master from beginning to end and guard the house. However, even such a poor wish can not be realized. The master only poisoned him for his little flesh. In the roar of the pickaxe, it did not dodge resistance, but begged constantly. It did not know what mistakes it had made, and did not believe that the master would really kill it, When it is about to die, it looks at the master with nostalgic eyes, leaving the pain and grievance to itself, and the loyalty and body to the master. I think, in the last moment of life, it has no trace of resentment and anger towards the master.

       But God was angry.

       Over the past few decades, my uncle has become poorer and poorer. He lost his job in the county and made a mess of money to set up a troupe. The son only married his daughter-in-law in his 40s. His daughter suffered from serious mental illness. He himself had cancer. Is this really the Revenge of God?

       When I came back from business trip, I often went to the animal room. A doctor bought a batch of dogs from the countryside and prepared to do experiments. The dog was fed a Wotou every day. The dog was not satisfied at all. The wolf dog, which was tethered closest to me, was familiar with me. Every time I went, it stood up, raised its front paws and wagged its tail to welcome me. I fed it with steamed buns and sweet potatoes I don’t know who the owners of these dogs are. I don’t know. I don’t know. I know clearly that my dog will be operated and executed. How can I bear to sell it? Is that hundreds of dollars that important?

       My friendship with wolf dog is deepening. Half an hour before I arrive every day, wolf dog is excited and restless. He listens to my footsteps. When I push the door, he jumps up and opens his arms like a family member he hasn’t seen for many years.

       One night, I got a call from the breeder who told me that the wolf dog would be on the operating table tomorrow. I understand what this means. At this moment, in my eyes, it is no longer an ordinary experimental animal, but a living creature with flesh and blood and feelings. We can’t let it die, we must save it! I had made up my mind to go to the doctor early in the morning and was willing to pay a high price for it. The doctor was moved by my sincerity. From this, the dog’s fate changed.

       For the next two months, I temporarily put the wolf dog in a friend’s warm room and warehouse. After work every day, I went to feed it and walk it. Under my careful breeding, the wolf dog soon grew to more than 20 jin.

       However, as a doctor, I don’t have the energy to take care of him for a long time, let alone a dog at home. After a period of investigation, he finally found a reliable home for him: his wife, a relative, died of a wolf dog. The whole family was very sad and wanted to have another one. This is a rare opportunity. They will treat the dog kindly if they have such experience. On the day of sending the dog away, I took a bath for the dog, bought some cooked meat, and let it eat a full meal, and led it to the appointed place slowly. When I gave the dog rope to the new owner, tears filled my eyes. The wolf dog also seemed to understand all this, kept barking and left step by step.

       Looking at the wolf dog’s far away back, my heart is filled with emotion. People always think that human beings are the most noble and intelligent in the world and should dominate the whole world. In fact, this world also belongs to all animals. Animals, like human beings, are born and raised by their parents. They are also flesh and blood. They know how to be warm, hungry and miserable. Although they have simple minds, they are kind-hearted and have rich feelings. They have the right to live happily in this world. When they fall into their hands, they are eager to be treated well. People! When you care for yourself and your family with love, please don’t kill those lovely creatures

       “The Tibetan mastiff is still in love” a true story adapted film The “discrimination and rejection” and “Prohibition” of large dogs and dogs in urban areas and high-rise buildings have brought about some troubles. Every minute we get along with the Tibetan mastiff, we have to abandon it. When the abandonment can be recovered for many times, our feelings are sublimated step by step. Finally, we have no choice but to drive to other places. On the way, Tibetan mastiff’s feelings deepen and choose Bite the tongue to commit suicide… Enlightenment: give animals more feelings and activities, in animals are really becoming human friends, OK? What about you?

       One day, a group of birds flied through the sky, chirping. However, there is a bird can not fly freely. The bird was very sad, thought: I can’t fly, always want the mother bird to feed, this is too shameful! So he decided to start flying. Xiao Li told her that she wanted to learn how to fly. Her mother agreed without hesitation and took her to learn to fly. Composition of primary school students — composition of birds learning to fly. The patient mother bird first demonstrated to the bird. I saw my mother’s legs kick, wings a flutter to fly away. Mother bird made a circle and came back. The bird spread its wings and fluttered a few times, but fell heavily on its head. Primary school students’ Composition — birds learn to fly. It tried it again, but it couldn’t. The bird did not lose heart, secretly said to himself: “I must learn to fly, not so hard mother!” The next day, the bird began to practice flying again. Fall, climb up; pain, rest; hurt, smear with saliva Again and again, the bird never gave up. Gradually, gradually, finally, the bird learned to fly! The bird can be happy, the heart seems to eat

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