Love of my yellow cat
As soon as the plum blossoms bloom, spring is not far away; when the cats make trouble, spring is not far away. The cat’s noise is an unusual meow, an unusual call. The opening of Lamei is the publicity of plant love, and the call of cats is also the publicity of love.
I don’t know if other cats have only one vigorous love every year, but my yellow cat only has one time, to be precise, a period of time. Just those days when spring is coming. It seems that the yellow cat’s attitude towards love is rigorous, and the time to choose love is full of romance and hope. This is much more beautiful than a human being with too much desire.
The usual call of the yellow cat is gentle, soft, amiable, and loving. Naturally, this call is not only a verbal communication with the master but also a sign of affection towards the master.
In the days of love, the call of the yellow cat is very special. The strength is strong, and the ending is bleak; full of strength and pain; the rhythm is slow, the drag is long; it is unscrupulous and completely unrestrained, and the cry does not stop all night. Winter nights are long, and the wind through them is like a steel knife. This makes the yellow cat’s call even more bleak and heartbreaking. If neurasthenia and suffering from a phobia, hearing such a sound will make you sleepless all night. I think that the call of the yellow cat sounds bleak and terrifying to people, and must be wonderful to its lovers and kindreds. It is expressing love, expressing its sincerity, and expressing its own pursuit with all its strength. Such a call needs to be unfettered; such a call is the greatest, the most vital, and the most vigor and vitality.
There is a saying in humans: “It makes people emaciated for Iraq.” This sentence is also suitable for yellow cats these days. At night, you can’t even get out of the house. These days, it doesn’t have to be chased by you, and it goes out at dusk. Once out the door, it makes a majestic and bleak call. When not in love, go home on time every day. But these days, it saves the midday meal. Sometimes I didn’t go home for dinner; I didn’t go home for a day or two. I slipped back yesterday afternoon, walking the “catwalk” unhurriedly. It seemed that I had lost a lot of weight and was very hungry. But it…
