I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

Now I'm staring at the air above the ring finger of my left hand, as if a ring will condense out of the air if I look too long.

If only that was the case.

The cat lay on the computer keyboard, and I caressed the cat's whiskers one after another. The cat tilted its head and rubbed against my hand. It was soft and real to the touch.I suddenly came back to my senses, and urgently stopped the disturbing thoughts in my mind.

At this time, the cat moved suddenly, sat up, stared closely at my eyes, the back of the neck and the back began to tremble violently, and there were bursts of hoarse retching sounds from the throat, as if it was stuck by phlegm.

I was a little at a loss, and I reached out to pat the cat on the back, but the cat dodged and jumped to the ground, wow, and spit out a puddle of cat food on the ground.

Is it bad?Still feeling unwell?Without thinking about it, I took a photo with my mobile phone, picked up the cat bag and ran to the pet hospital with the cat.

After several years of fine clothing and fine food, my cat is a lot bigger than when I first picked him up. Even compared with cats of the same age, it is not inferior, and its figure is very impressive.At that time, the cat bag was more than enough for three cats, but now it can't fit my fat cat.

I was driving the car, paying attention to the large bunch of cat hair that was squeezed out of the air vent from the corner of my eye, and thought to myself that my cat had better just want to throw up suddenly to scare me, and nothing really happened Things, his old father's heart can't bear it.

The veterinarian came up and patted the cat's buttocks: "It's pretty strong." He took off his gloves and rubbed the cat's smooth back.

Me: "That...doctor, is my cat okay?"

The veterinarian looked at the photo on my phone again: "The color is normal, if you are worried, you can do another examination."

"So is it normal for a cat to vomit, it's never happened before," I was still wondering, "What's the reason?"

"It may be because of the recent climate change. Some sensitive cats' stomachs will be affected, and the hairballs they eat cannot be digested." Without any other movements, An An quietly stood there and waited for him to finish, "Hey, your cat is quite obedient... No symptoms of diarrhea, are you giving him hair cream?"

"What is hair cream?"

"Having kept cats for so many years, don't you even know about hair cream? You didn't read the forum I posted to you, did you?" It turns out that the veterinarian still remembers me being confused when I was holding a kitten.

"I read it... I didn't see anything about it." I replied honestly.

"I'll prescribe one for you, eat in moderation, just squeeze a little at a time," the veterinarian pulled off the mask, and sat in front of the computer with a pursed mouth to fill out the form, "Pay more attention to the cat's movements these days, and come here again if there is anything unusual. trip."

I thank the vet gratefully.

When the car was downstairs, I turned off the engine, and the darkness around me pulled me, begging me in a low voice to stay a little longer.

I compromised, reclining the seat, opening the sunroof, and letting the cat out for some air.

Night has fallen, and the night wind in the midwinter city is bitter. I found a few stars in the sky. The light was faint, but they were stars anyway.

This is far worse than the starry sky seen in Ejina at that time.

For someone who has just received a bonus, sanity does not exist.When my ex-boyfriend made a suggestion, my brain got hot, and I happily decided to drive to Ejina by myself.When my friends heard the news, they all thought we were crazy. We drove from the free shipping area to the desert area in the corner of Inner Mongolia and back again.

But we made up our minds and drove on the road resolutely.

To be honest, a week later, when we drove that two-wheel-drive car tremblingly on the vast desert, I was very panicked.

"Tell me, how many cars have we seen getting stuck on the road?" I bit my fingers and asked, and a group of people who were circling around and holding thick carpets to save cars passed by outside the window, a bit like little ants working together under a magnifying glass.

"No, there are always more than 10." The ex-boyfriend smiled and answered casually.

"Let's consider buying an off-road vehicle. The hardcore four-wheel drive can go anywhere." I seriously asked him for his opinion.

"Okay, but now this one is quite hardcore." He said and stepped on the accelerator.

"Hey, hey, slow down, what if you accidentally sink."

"That's right, I'll pick you up, flee into the desert, and never go back."

"Hahahahaha, you're going crazy again." I giggled and put my foot on his lap presumptuously.The ex-boyfriend held my ankle with one hand and rubbed it, then suddenly turned the steering wheel, circled the sand dunes, and stopped on the dark side where the moonlight could not be seen.

He leaned toward me.

He weaves gentleness into a net and spreads it under my body.

We are like a pair of travelers who have been walking in the desert for seven days and seven nights, looking for a clear spring in the gap between midnight and dawn. After the pain, we hugged each other in the pool contentedly, and lingered until death.

The room full of love is about to choke us both to death.

A small skylight could not trap all the stars, he hugged me and fell on the sand, galloping between the wider world.

……

The sand dunes in the dark night are like the women in Rubens's works, with plump body and graceful lines.

I hugged his undulating back, and he stared at me with piercing eyes reflecting the sky, and lowered his head to burn countless fiery kisses at the corners of my eyes.

……

"I think we are a bit like Sanmao and Jose," I whispered in his ear, "Unfortunately, this is not the Sahara."

"Where there is you is the Sahara." He kissed my neck and paused for a long time, "Tell me, what if I'm like Jose..."

"Shh! Shut up, what nonsense!" I don't know why my ex-boyfriend suddenly mentioned this, and I reached out to cover his mouth firmly, and many uneasy feelings came back before I left.

"Okay, I won't say." He stroked my face with the back of his hand.

We spent the happiest and craziest time in our life in Ejina.I like the crazy colors of large expanse of Populus euphratica. My ex-boyfriend bent his mouth and helped me take pictures of hundreds of kilometers all the way, shouting and laughing, head-to-head with him in the mirror, all kinds of strange things.

At the end of the game, he seemed to be tired, panting after every few steps, but he still took the camera when I asked him to take pictures for me, and then pampered my head lovingly.

The wind and sand in Ejina was really choking. On the way back, I saw my ex-boyfriend was coughing while covering his mouth, so I forced him to change the driving seat and drove all the way home.

The ex-boyfriend's face was a little pale, and he lay down on the bed to rest when he got home.

I was packing my luggage outside, and when I heard him coughing incessantly in the room, I quickly poured a glass of water and walked in.The ex-boyfriend looked at me with eyes wet from coughing, and his eyelashes were glued together with tears. He seemed to want me to see him like this, so he turned over to avoid my sight.I broke his hand and handed him the water glass, but when I took it back, I caught a glimpse of dark red on my hand.

Not my blood, no wound on my hand.

It belonged to my ex-boyfriend.

My heart twitched, and something called pain slowly tightened my lungs.

"Are you coughing up blood?"

I heard my voice trembling.

"It's bleeding gums, maybe I'm tired." The ex-boyfriend clutched the pillow with a weak voice.

I always felt that something was wrong, and proposed to take him to the hospital. The ex-boyfriend raised his eyelids and looked at me beggingly, saying that he was very tired today, so he would go to the hospital tomorrow, okay?I thought about it, and finally agreed softly.

He shouldn't have been given the chance.

I thought wistfully.

In the past few days, I have been observing my cat. The little fat man is alive and well. He can eat, sleep and never vomit again. My hanging heart is gradually relieved.

Not long after, one late night, I got home from get off work, and when I opened the door, I found a strange green expo lying across the entrance, and my cat was peeking at me from behind the chair.

Immediately, I was so anxious that my palms were sweating, and I didn't care whether to disturb me or not, so I hurriedly called the veterinarian.

"Is it green? Don't worry, it's not that serious," the veterinarian's steady voice came into my ears, "It's gastroenteritis, either caused by the change of seasons, or eaten some spoiled food."

I walked around the apartment and picked up a few rotten grapes on the ground - I'd thrown them in the trash this morning.

"Rotten grapes."

"Come to the hospital tomorrow morning, you may need to hang water."

I sighed, took out my mobile phone, and was about to tell the leader that I had a broken leg and would take half a day off. Thinking about it, I thought it was too ridiculous, and I would have to be exposed as soon as I went back, deleted it, and changed it to my sprained ankle.

It was swollen like a bun, and it was extremely painful.

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

Evidence Eight:

My cat can't take care of itself.