Three years later, when I went back home, I found the cat was very different. She's apparently melancholic in her eyes, and much less active. Initially she didn't seem to know me. My father had his unique way of making fun of the cat, he often raised his palm and scare the cat. There's something also swollen invisibly under her fur . She soon turned happier in my hand again a few days later.
The second time I went home, after some terrible experiences of my own. The cat was apparently lighter. My dad said she's rather picky on food, she didn't eat the carps of big size even, but only little wild ones. In fact, the swell in her tummy had become bigger, like a tumour, that made me worried.The cat was apparently bored, and listless. But I found she liked to find a place in my bookshelf or wardrobe to rest. And I awared there's no bed as we used to sleep on for her. So I made a bed for the cat.
I touched the tumour on her tummy and worried and wonder how she would last. As I often planed to brought her abroad, as I found no other members of my family would give care to her, factually they never liked her cries.Once when I watched her sleep, so sweet and cute, That I wondered one day the little animal would leave me in such deep sleep. I also found out cats do dream , - she "meow" in deep sleep . And I wonder what the dream of a cat would be. It was one night when I slept again with my cat in my arm like we used to, I had this dream, that changed me forever later on.
My father passed me a new born kitten, I put it in my bag and went to school. The kitten was as small as a big moth, their legs twisted, and I could not separate them. So I put them both in the bag and carried them. The school was the old music school. A day later, I suddenly remembered the kitten, and open the bag, the moth disappeared. It was eaten by the kitten. The kitten was faint with only one breath, through the struggle with moth. On his head, there's a big scar that looked like a big eye. I anxiously took out everything in my bag,and got a bottle of water to feed it and the kitten woke up. Then I quickly went fridge and fetched some milk . Then the kitten was able to stand.
Then someone aside said,"next time when you visit your granny, go straight ahead and ahead, till you find a Taoist." At the time the kitten looked at me as if wishing to go with me. Then I found there's some louse in its fur. But someone said " I think it's smart kitten." At the time, she looked at me , composed with intelligent and understanding sparkles,- a truly smart kitten!
I asked: " Go ahead and ahead...what if there's nothing there? do I waste of my time and effort", then I heard the voice said" I will go with you..."
It's the time I just came back from my Granny- a minority village in the south. Since I went back from abroad I had been sick for a month. The first fever came after having some fish, and the second after a long walk in mountains to see my ancestor's cemetery and my grandpa's tomb. The mountain is called "Open Wings mountain". And my uncle told me the story of my childhood after 30 years.
The description of my mum was, I used to be a healthy , happy and active infant. A most mentioned story was , there was funeral of Premier Zhou, when everyone mourned into tears, there came a voice from a toddler " Premier Zhou sleep sleep with quilt quilt!" I was only one.
When I was 2 years old, my parents were too busy, so I was brought to this minority village with my grandparents and relatives. I was heavily sick during the year in the village, lost all my hair, and didn't grow. The fact was, by my uncle, I had terrible diarrhea, that cannot be stopped, even with chemical tablet. The whole pill factually came out from anus. The minority village in the south has tropic like environment, with many caves, full of creatures with venom, and local minority ethnic groups has developed their own knowledge of treatment. One knowledgeable man was my grandpa. He took sand from toilet, washed and boiled with water. My diarrhea was stopped after drinking. Four uncles and aunties had a relay race to take me to hospital in the town. Doctor said my life could be taken 10 minutes after.With description of mum, my character changed after that, and when I went back I often annoyingly cried.
Treatment of the minority group includes both pomegranate and cypress. Cypress was suggested by my grandpa when I was early in the university, at the time the cat was motionless and dull and I was sick.
With my grandpa's words, my symptom was superficially cold, but hot in nature, that's why many doctors were not able to diagnose so they used medicine of opposite natures. Then when I left the place he suggested me one thing - and that is cypress.
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Maomao at the time was still often crying, but it's easy for me to appease, as I always know what she wanted. One thing I also felt pity about the cat is that there's no longer entertainment for her, as she used to sat outside window, watching people and vehicle, trees and birds. But dad told me she fell down from the window twice. And I teased her if she's a real cat.
I built her bed, it was a box of Hi-Fi system. As I found the cat very addicted to my clothes, as she always slept on it, I gave my clothes to her. A navy blue cotton long skirt with flower pattern, was old clothes as present from my friend Grace. And a long coat in reddish brown , which I bought overseas for just a few months, but I felt it was very warm, and I worried she had nowhere to sleep during winter.But as it was still summer , she's not interested in the brown coat, so before I left I put the navy skirt above the brown one, in case no one would change for her.
Another thing I worried , one day she didn't eat. This time I bought her favourite sausage put in her plate but she still didn't eat. So I made small piece in my hand- she then ate. She only ate in my hand, this made me rather worried.
This worry soon come true. As I expected, after I left she started crying again.I trained my parents every time to pat on her head. Three months later, after a snow and a bath, she didn't eat any more. Sometimes I wondered the snow was for my cat - I felt I had lots strange thoughts from time to time. One week later, she died.
During the time I was very anxious, with impulse almost flied back, but at the time I was rather tough myself after some bad experience. I asked dad to take her to vet, he said that's too expensive, and "her time is due" . And I said I would pay the fee. It didn't seem to work. I felt myself so useless and had a big cry.
My cousin went to a pet shop, and took some medicine. The guy in the shop said there's some hair in the stomach of my cat that had to be digested.
I just set up my laptop, and had video talk with dad, when I asked him to brought the cat to me. I saw her, felt death has covered her, and I called her name, she answered. I asked my dad to pat on her head and caress her for me.
One day after the cat was dead. Dad said she was placed in the bed I made for her, they turned on heater for her. She died in sleep calmly. When cousin took it to the pet shop, the guy was surprised. He said all the animal sent to him with open eyes, died in pain. We had a cat of such fortune.
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29 As the crowds increased, Jesus said, “This is a wicked generation. It asks for a sign, but none will be given it except the sign of Jonah. 30 For as Jonah was a sign to the Ninevites, so also will the Son of Man be to this generation. 31
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