I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

Let me think about when on earth did I suspect that my cat belonged to my ex-boyfriend

It should be the second day after picking up the cat.

I remember it was a rainy night with thunder and lightning.There was a problem with one of the company's investment projects, and the boss silently forced all of us to work overtime until 2:48 in the morning.

I start counting from after 6 o'clock in the afternoon,

Except hiding in the bathroom 5 times, 8 minutes each time;

Go to smoke with colleagues 3 times, 5 minutes each time;

Pretend that the keyboard fails 2 times, each time 3 minutes away,

I worked a total of 7 hours and 48 minutes of extra work.

I am also used to such days. I put on my coat, skillfully took a can of coffee from the company self-service cabinet, opened it with one hand, went downstairs, and took out the car keys to wake up my off-road vehicle.

I drove out of the underground garage and drove for 20 minutes on the elevated road that was almost empty of cars.The falling raindrops mixed with the light of the street lamps made my eyes hurt.

I don't know how I heard such a faint cry downstairs in my house.The voice was thin and weak, like a mosquito screeching, with a little bit of aggrieved hook on its tail, making it look very pitiful.

It's a kitten, I said to myself, and the mother cat will come to him tomorrow.

......

Hmm, am I fascinated by ghosts, I said to myself again, holding the slightly rustling cardboard box and pressing the elevator to go upstairs.

Financial migrant workers are also human beings, and as human beings, they need to eat and sleep.

I opened the almost empty refrigerator, took out an egg, and opened a bag of instant noodles for dinner, oh no, it should be breakfast.

There was still a pack of ham sausage at home, I tore one and put it in a cardboard box, walked into the room and fell asleep.

The kitten was very obedient and didn't make any more noise.Of course, it may also be because I fell asleep and didn't hear it.

Strangely, I slept very peacefully that night.

I woke up 4 hours later, went downstairs to buy a box of milk for the kitten before going to work, and was scolded bloody by the sister at the front desk.

"How can kittens drink milk? It's dangerous. Do you know that some cats are lactose intolerant, and those with a slightly weaker constitution will die immediately!"

The sister at the front desk smiled like a flower when facing the customer, and was as angry as a cow when facing us.

But I like her quite a bit. Although she has a bit of a temper, she can be seen to be a very kind girl.

After get off work, I brought goat milk and cat supplies from a pet store, and came home with a heart. When I saw the kitten peeking at me with its ears exposed, I breathed a sigh of relief and started to spread everything on the ground to study .

I feel like I got ripped off by the owner of the pet store because he gave me almost half of the store's stuff.All this may have been doomed from the moment I pushed the door in and asked if there was any milk that cats drink.

But it doesn't matter, it will be used in the future anyway.

I looked at the kitten curiously.

The kitten's eyes are pure black, with a beautiful amber circle around the pupils, and it is looking at me calmly.I couldn't help but startled.

So much like his eyes.

My ex-boyfriend also has such beautiful eyes, but his eyes are narrower and longer than those of a cat, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised.I remember when I saw him for the first time, he also looked at me with this expression, determined.

Not a moment.

Later, in countless boring and drowsy evening self-study sessions, I deliberately elbowed him and called him "Hey at the same table" just to see such a pair of breathtaking eyes.At that time, I always felt that it was a shame that a boy had such beautiful eyes.

Later on, I could keep eye contact with him often without touching him to tease him, because he began to fall in love with the feeling of looking out the window.It's just that I always become an obstacle on the way of his distant vision.

The color of the kitten is black and white, the mouth and chest are covered with soft white fluff, and the back and four paws also have white parts, which looks easy to touch.The sister at the front desk said that this kind of color is called a cow cat.

Ha, cows and cats can't drink milk, so strange.

My head hit the front desk sister again.

The ex-boyfriend in my memory is also the same color scheme.What he wears in his school uniform is sometimes a white T, sometimes a black T, always clean, so is this called a cowman?I drank the milk I originally bought for the kitten and thought back.And even in winter, my ex-boyfriend was only wearing thin two-color single clothes, which made me feel cold.

Although the clothes are plain, he is handsome and looks good no matter how he wears them.Once I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked him with a smile if he only bought these two colors when buying clothes, and he smiled at me, as if he agreed with my statement.

It wasn't until later, when I was entrusted by the class teacher to go to his home to deliver materials to him who was having a fever, that I realized that he might, really only have these two colors of clothes.

And there are two in summer and two in winter.

Four pieces in total.

The ex-boyfriend's mother wanted to invite me to sit down and drink some water, but was sent away by his sister who was seriously ill in bed.

I couldn't find a place to sit, so I had to sit by his bed, replaced the towel on his forehead that had already become warm, and put cold water on it again.I thought my family was quite poor, and when my mother bought vegetables, she had to bargain with the old lady whose eyes were too blurry to buy green onions, but I didn't expect his family to be even worse.

It is very likely that his family does not put onions in cooking.

My cat purred softly, which was very similar to the confused sound that overflowed inadvertently when he was bedridden with a fever.I got up to make goat milk for the cat. The instructions said that it was a ratio of one to three. I didn’t have a measuring cup at home, so I made a small bowl by visual inspection.

The cat is not too young and can already eat by itself. When it smells milk, it dives headlong into the bowl.I had to keep my hands on the bowl to keep it from being knocked over by this hungry ghost.

I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.

Evidence I have obtained:

My cat's eyes are beautiful, my cat is still black and white.