My Cat

My cat is a black cat with white hair on its chest and four feet. One night when I was walking home, it followed me. When I got to the door, I hesitated whether I should raise it because I might go back to China in a few months. I didn't know how it would live when I went back. I thought for a while and then made a decision that if it went into my house, I would raise it. And as you know, it became my cat.

I don't know for sure how old it was when it followed me home. I remember its weight was 170g, and it couldn't meow. That night, I fed it, and it ate greedily. I prepared a bowl for it and put it in the living room. But when I went out, I found it was hiding in the corner. And when I came into my room, it was waiting by the curtain and dared not come in. It looked so pitiful with big eyes looking at me. So I decided to take its bowl into my room. I put it against the wall, but it didn't stay in the bowl. When I was going to sleep, I found it was at the head of my bed. So I took its bowl to the head of my bed. In the following days, when I slept, it tried to get on my bed, and I took it back to its bowl. And every time it stared at me with a pitiful look. So later, I allowed it to get on my bed. And until now, it sleeps with me.

It was so scared of other things and it followed me everywhere. Later, one day it tried to meow, but it couldn't cry clearly and loudly. Now its voice is still not clear. It is afraid of everything, even the small monkey. So recently at night, I open the door and let it take a walk with me. Then I lock it in the house and I go out for a far walk.

Maybe it really knows me. Every time it comes back, it will cry to me. It seems that it says "I'm back". Recently, when I came back after a walk, I found it waiting behind the door. Maybe it was wondering where I had gone and why I didn't take it. 

And every time I parked the car and went out of the garage, it would run to me and start crying. Maybe it really misses me.