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In winter, not only human beings will be unbearably cold and should minimize going out, even animals will look for warm places.
Poodle Huanhuan spends 80% of his day hiding in the kennel, except for the meal time in the morning and evening, he hardly knows the road.
Grandpa also felt sorry for it, and moved Huanhuan's nest from the side of the yard to the room where the grass was piled up. Although the house has no walls and is still ventilated, it is better than staying outside. Moreover, there is enough grain and grass to provide it with enough warmth in winter.
Although Huanhuan has been hiding in the kennel for a long time, she is very responsible.
As long as there is a disturbance, no matter whether it is a person or an animal, it will crawl out of the kennel, drag the cold iron chain, stand against the wind and stand at the door of the room, and roar wildly in the direction of the sound, reminding the outside world that this is The territory he guards cannot be violated!
And our cats are not as high-spirited as dogs.
The kitten that I brought back from Ren Yuntao's house a few days ago disappeared from my sight before I even gave it a name.
The cat was bought by my grandma with two bags of salt. As for why it was salt, my grandma explained it to me: the folks in the village don¡¯t need to give money, but the cat is also a life, and it needs to be exchanged with items. Take a good one omen.
The newly weaned cat is weak and skinny, and seems not very interested in our rice and vegetarian dishes.
Even the cat litter I prepared for it in advance doesn't catch a cold!
I took two pieces of clothes that were not needed at home and were ready to be discarded, and folded them into an irregular "circle". The shape did not seem to meet my ideal state, but it was enough as a cat litter.
Search carefully along the bottom of the "flat barrel" (the wooden container used to store millet and wheat in our house, about three meters long, one meter wide and one meter high, which is what we call a barn), without missing every corner Unfortunately, the flashlight shot back and forth several times, but there was no trace of the cat.
"Where did it go?" Looking for nothing, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart. I saw it just now, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. This is really strange. The kitchen is so big, under the table, under the flat bucket , None, and there is no place to hide its small body in other places, did it run out?
Shouldn't it? It's so cold outside, this cat will never go out!
Although I haven't been in contact with this lazy cat for a long time, I can almost judge its character by looking at it. This guy is a big slob! It is absolutely impossible to let yourself be frozen!
"Mimi~Mimi~" I started to call the cat, walking back and forth in the kitchen, my eyes kept looking for its trace, but unfortunately, after a few minutes, there was still no sign of the cat, nor did I hear any movement.
At this moment, grandma came over and said, "Ren Tao, are you still awake? You have to study tomorrow!"
Enduring the anxiety and irritability in my heart, I told my grandma my thoughts: "Grandma, the cat is gone. I've searched everywhere, but it still isn't there."
Grandma also observed the cat litter and under the table for the first time, and found that there was indeed no cat. When I was about to change places to look for it, grandma suddenly said: "Ren Tao, can you look inside the stove?"
"In the stove?" This is weird, isn't there burnt charcoal and plant ash in the stove? What is the cat running in for? Despite my doubts, I still took a flashlight and looked into the stove
After the snow-white light of the flashlight came in, the small body curled up in the middle of the stove finally moved. The cat pulled out its head hidden in the body, and looked at me cutely with a pair of green eyes.
Hey! This thing is really hiding in there!
"Grandma, why did it hide in the stove?" I told grandma the question in my heart, hoping that she could tell me the reason.
Grandma said with a smile: "The weather is too cold, and the cat is very afraid of the cold. The stove has been burnt, and there is still a residual temperature, which is relatively warm, so it likes to hide in it."
I see! This little guy is pretty smart! To be able to find such a suitable place!
I squatted in front of the stove, smiled and reached into the stove, ready to take out the cat. My fingertips had already touched the cat's soft body, but it seemed that the length was still a little bit short. I couldn't get it out after two attempts. come out.
The cat seemed to have sensed what I meant, and moved a little further inside! I rely on!
We are doing it for your own good! It's warm to hide here, but in the middle of the night, the remaining heat dissipates, so it's too cold to shiver? This ungrateful cat!
After fiddling with it two or three times, I finally had to give up, this product is not cooperative at all!
?Thinking that the cat will be cold again at night, I had to find a fire clip and put it on the cat.Mi struggled hard and pinched it out of the stove.
The cat that returned to the ground seemed not very happy, Mimimi barked at me, venting his inner anger?
I stroked its body with both hands, and slowly, the cat calmed down, and made a "woo woo woo" sound in its throat to show its closeness.
Gently pat away the plant ash stained between its hair, and return to a clean and tidy appearance.
The kitten's body is very warm, but it's very thin, and it's a little skinny. The gray hair can't cover up its thin body, poor child!
I really doubt whether it can survive this cold winter? After all, the body is so thin, and the newly weaned cat can't even walk in a stable manner, and it will disappear into the wind of this winter if you don't pay attention.
"Go to bed early, Ren Tao, I have to study tomorrow." Grandma signaled me to go to bed early, and it was indeed getting late.
When grandma turned around, I picked up the cat and ran to the room. As soon as I entered the door, I turned around and locked the door. Looking down at the cat in my arms, I took a few deep breaths before calming down my nervous heart.
Uncover the quilt, put the cat under the quilt, and then lie down with peace of mind.
Lying on the side, curled up, the cat's small body was held in front of my chest, and the cat, which was flustered at first, gradually calmed down, quietly enjoying the rare treatment.
Seeing the cat calmed down, I stroked it with my hands and teased its little paws. The cat actually stretched out its sharp claws again, and its limbs joined hands with my fingers. Rubbing my fingers back and forth.
The cat doesn't bite very hard. In order to tease it, I even put my finger directly into its mouth and took the opportunity to scratch its upper jaw a few times. The cat hates this action very much, so I retracted my head and increased the biting force.
After going back and forth a few times, the cat seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and wanted to get out of my grasp, but struggled to run out of the quilt.
It's a pity that I was caught and "imprisoned" again!
?After playing around for more than ten minutes, the cat made a "woo-woo-woo-woo" sound, and I became more and more sleepy (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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