Cats belong to the moon.

? The appearance of cats is never accidental, but fate.

? Maybe we are not a cat lover, but the appearance of cats can change our original life. However, when we find that we can't live without it anymore, it's time for it to go. It was suddenly discovered that we had regarded it as a family, inseparable, and completely became cat lovers.

? I once read a novel about cats, and I will always have your company. This novel is small, simple and true, which I found in the corner of the library. The cover of the book has been covered with dust, which has brushed away the thin dust in writing and opened the long-forgotten memory. A mother who lost her beloved son in New Zealand wrote this novel with gratitude.

The story is simple, but it seems to be full of magic, which drives me to turn page by page. I will peek in class and forget to take notes. After class, I will forget the time to eat, because I look forward to the next chapter. The moment I closed the book, I breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished reading it, satisfying all my curiosity. The novel is about a mother who lost her nine-year-old son, but the kitten she bought in front of her son came to her mother's side. In the later days, a new one was opened at home because of this cat? This story, and this story will not end, it will always have a beginning.

A good story always makes people feel the same, because we can see our own shadow from the story, just like reading our own story. Maybe we have experienced the joys, sorrows, dreams or reality in the book. Only in this way can we remember those stories after reading them, so I found the shadow that belongs to my family from the book.

Four years ago, when I was still in junior high school, my grandfather died on a sunny afternoon. The news came by surprise, and no one was ready. It seems that only my grandfather is ready Bad news is always unbelievable. We escape from reality because we don't want to accept all the sad news. By then, I had learned about death. This is only the first time I have been so close to death. Grandma's house is filled with sadness, so that I dare not enter that dark room. Crying, mourning and comfort are intertwined. I looked at it as if it didn't happen in my house, and the old man who died was not my grandfather.

? Three months later, a tiger cat came into grandma's life, and a kitten followed her aunt on the way back to grandma's house. It's always cold in winter in the north. Out of sympathy, my aunt took this kitten home, which is only a few months old. This kitten changed our original life, and has been with us since then. She has spent five New Years with us dutifully, and there will be more five years.

? That's a little tigress. It seems that I accidentally left my mother for fun, but now I prefer to believe that it was an angel sent by heaven. It accompanied my family through the most sad days, until it left, it still left us with good hope.

? With my grandfather's death, my grandmother also developed Alzheimer's disease. She will forget who we are, how many meals we have had and where our home is. The only thing she remembers is the momentum when she was young. Fear of the war of resistance made her wake up in her sleep. My family has to go to work, so I can only stay with her at night. The only thing they can do is to lock the door. In winter, they are most afraid of the old people getting lost. Even if you don't die of illness, you will freeze to death because of the cold of the cold night. The kitten has helped us take care of grandma these days. With its company, grandma is not alone. She will sit on the sofa and the kitten will jump on her lap. The old man and the cat form a harmonious picture of people and animals in the sun. Only a few months old, the kitten is accompanied by the old man who has experienced countless storms and his face is engraved with traces of time. She grew up with it, and it grew old with her.

? Many weekends when I go to see my grandma, I always see that little suckling cat. It's like a little fighter who never leaves her grandmother's side, and rubs her legs wherever she goes. Sometimes I envy its status. It can sleep in grandma's bed, enjoy grandma's touch and eat the same food as grandma.

? At first, I didn't like kittens that much, because I was allergic to cat hair and could only stay at my grandmother's house for half an hour at a time. I want to make friendly contact with it, but every time I get close to it, it runs away quickly or shouts "meow, meow" at me at the top of my voice. After several times, I found that I couldn't like this cat at all.

? However, when grandma is around it, it is like a cat, gentle, lovely and coquettish. It is said that women are fickle, and sometimes I wonder if female cats are fickle.

? But we really appreciate this cat. My mother's aunt won't be sad when she comes to grandma's house because there is a kitten playing around them. My grandmother regards this kitten as her own child. Every day she asks if she is full, feels it and sends it to the door.

? Day by day, the original kitten has grown into a beautiful little female cat. Every night, all kinds of male cats wander under grandma's window. Spring is the season of estrus and meowing. Finally, one day, the little mother cat became a cat mother. Maybe it has completed its mission, so it went out for a summer and never came back. Later, my aunt said that she ate poisonous mice and didn't want to die at home. Tiger cat, who accompanied us for a year, quietly left, but left four new hopes. Since then, generations of kittens have accompanied my grandmother.

? I don't know when I became a cat lover. I am willing to bear to visit them, even if I sneeze. We are also very grateful to this generation of kittens. The life span of cats is very short, only 10 to 15 years. It dedicated the only youth to our family, and it happened at our lowest and saddest time. Maybe the cat is really a messenger. It knows that its mission will appear when it should appear, and then quietly leave when it is time to go. The cat doesn't belong to anyone. I think it belongs only to the moon.