I have been with her for 3 years.
But it didn’t end well.
Her name is Mimi, a stray cat downstairs in the community. The name Mimi is a very common name, without any special meaning. She is just a very ordinary tabby cat, which can be seen everywhere.
When I first met her, she was dirty all over, and one of her eyes was half-closed as if there was pus and blood. Four years ago, I had just broken up and was fired by my boss, and I was at the bottom of my love and career. She
was leisurely looking at me on the steps of the flowerbed in the community. Lu Xun said: The strong will draw a knife against the stronger when angry, and the weak will draw a knife against the weaker.
And I, a thorough weak, picked up the bricks on the ground and wanted to throw them at the weaker one. She still looked at me, a little confused and puzzled.
I stopped. Who is born weak? She is not me.
I feel a little sympathy with her.
But there was no time to stay, tomorrow was still waiting for me, I walked home quickly, turned around to see if she was still there, she had been following me.
Under the temptation of food, she accepted the ordinary name I gave her: Mimi.
She became my companion on countless cold nights and bright moonlit summer nights. In return, I provided her with food and clothing, a place to live, and cured her eye disease.
Life was slowly moving in a good direction, and she also slowly changed from resistance to closeness. She liked to accompany me, whether it was typing code or solving physiological problems, she liked to lie at my feet, most of the time she was quietly staring at a place, occasionally looking up at me, as if to confirm my safety, she relied on me, and I loved her.
She needed a sense of security, I could not leave her for a long time, otherwise many things in the house would suffer, and there would be no bones left. She cured my love of drinking. She
was not unreasonable either. A friend had a shorthair, and from his mouth, his shorthair liked to lose his temper at him, and sometimes it was a luxury to want to pet him. Mimi is different. She never growls at me, and she never gets angry for no reason. When I stroke her, she will cooperate and get close to me, making cheerful sounds of cooing.
My feelings for her are getting deeper and deeper as time goes by. It turns out that in addition to relatives and lovers, there is also a gradually increasing affection between people and pets. In the middle of the night, she will run from the balcony to the bedroom and call me, like a lover or a mother. In the morning, she will lick my face as if to confirm my breathing. And the first thing I do when I get home is to look for her, and a peace of mind is that she is still there.
She really needs to be loved. In fact, I know that she is so obedient maybe just because she is afraid that I will abandon her. Stray cats have been abandoned once. They may be thinking about what they did wrong and why their owners are dissatisfied and abandon them. So when they finally meet an owner who is willing to accept them, they will definitely behave obediently and cooperate. These injuries in their hearts make them long for love, a safe haven and dried fish. After all, they once had it.
Later, she was buried in the flowerbed where I first saw her. I was fined 500 yuan for damaging the public environment of the community, but I chose to accept it without hesitation and insisted on burying her there. Her final resting place should not be some unknown place. She should appear where I can meet her every day and where she can see me.
Because I know that she really really really loves me, and I really really really really miss her.
Mimi left me forever because she jumped out of the window. In the past three years, she taught me how to love a cat and a person. She taught me to live a good life even if I am alone. She also taught me that everything has a soul. She is my god. She has accompanied me through three years of ups and downs, and accompanied me to slowly walk out of the haze. On countless drunken nights, I can often feel her gentle breath calling my name in my ear.
I often wonder, did I adopt her, or did she allow me to enter her life?
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