I used to have a cat named Zhengzheng. Before I was born, I liked to put my front paw on my feet. When I was washing dishes in the kitchen, it was also used. I always try not to move my feet and just turn around to get something and let it lie on its stomach. Then it died. A few months later in the same year, when I was waiting for a bus at the hospital bus station, a skinny cat less than two months old came to my feet and turned around, just like it did, putting its front paws on my shoes and starting to sleep. At that time, the heart was shocked. It didn't leave. I had no choice but to take it home by taxi.
I was buried under a camphor in front of my house. When I brought a new cat, I took the new cat to see it and say hello. After a few days, I suddenly found that the new cat blew his hair at the door, and his eyes were alert. I went over to ask what happened to him. He didn't look at me, he just stared at the front and growled. I went over to see nothing. After a while, I felt the hair on my feet gently rubbing me.
Looking at the
Cat Memorial gifts, I am very familiar with this feeling even though the touch at that time has been a lot of misty, no temperature, just like the fur doesn't stick to touch it gently around again and again, then it's almost crying. The new cat didn't roar either, just looked at my feet vigilantly, I went to the balcony and watched the tree that was buried and cried. I say it's true. I just feel that I've been rubbed twice before. I cried and went back to the living room. The new cat had recovered and the hair had gone down.
Looking at the
Cat Memorial gifts, the night before he was dying, he fell on my chest for the first time in the middle of the night and went to bed. I didn't know when to drive him down, because I never let him go to bed. The next day it left... Now that tree is the biggest camphor tree nearby. I hope it's going well.
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