I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

I rushed to the hospital in a hurry, opened the door and saw that the veterinarian was nebulizing a skinny black cat, and the owner of the cat stood beside him with swollen eyes and said nothing.Seeing this, I silently closed the door and backed out, sitting in the lobby and stroking my cat.

There are many cats outside, many of which are expensive breeds. Their beautiful fur exudes the smell of RMB, and their voices are soft and soft, which sounds like the pets of rich and noble families.But I think my pastoral cow cat is the best looking.

The veterinarian's suggestion was to hang it on water for three days. My cat shrank in my arms as if he understood.

It is necessary to see the blood vessels to give the cat a needle. The nurse took a razor and cleaned out a piece of skin on the cat's arm.

Um?It turns out that my cat's fat is only because the hair looks fluffy, and the shaved part looks quite thin.When the doctor gave the injection, I was afraid that the cat would move around, so I took the injection for nothing, so I pressed him down with the nurse, and stretched out my free hand to cover the cat's eyes.The veterinarian smiled: "You are more nervous than a cat."

It was true that I was too nervous, my cat didn’t respond at all, and let the doctor push the needle in calmly, the cat felt a little uncomfortable being restrained all over the body, and shook its ears in dissatisfaction.

"What happened to the black cat just now?" I recalled those red and swollen eyes.

"It's a 9-year-old cat with severe kidney disease and pneumonia caused by a nasal branch. The condition is very bad," the doctor said calmly, without any emotion. "The owner is also mentally prepared."

The doctor put away the equipment, and I pinched the back of my cat's neck. The silly cat had one arm hanging and was still purring.

The cat was hospitalized, and I have never been hospitalized myself.

I looked at the cat squatting in the "ward", and my heart ached.

Then the phone in his pocket rang.

The leader said that he saw me driving in the morning, twisted my foot and stepped on the accelerator hard, and asked me when the acquisition model of Q Company would be completed.

"My cat is sick, come to the company this afternoon."

"I was asking when your model was ready, not how your cat was."

......

I can go to yours.

I decided not to go to work in the afternoon.

I was in a hurry when I came, but when I went out, I found that my already domineering off-road vehicle occupied two parking spaces even more domineeringly.I got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped off towards the nearest coast.

Four hours later, I was walking aimlessly along the coastline against the cold wind.

There was sand in the leather shoes, so I took them off and stepped on the slightly rough sand.In winter, the surface of the sea is foggy and cloudy, the same color as the gray sky. The waves rolled up to my ankles, and it was bitingly cold.

It was early summer when I came with my ex-boyfriend that year. We seemed to be sitting on that rock. I watched the sea with him for several hours, and the wind made my cheeks hurt.I asked my ex if he was back, and he shook his head, so we sat and enjoyed the sea breeze for hours.

The day after I found out that there was blood in my ex-boyfriend's mouth, I dragged him to the internal medicine specialist of the largest hospital in the city.The expert is an old doctor in his 60s, let us go downstairs to take an X-ray first.

I don't know why, but the old doctor always looks familiar to me, as if I've seen it somewhere.

The old doctor got the CT, tapped the pen, pushed the glasses, diagnosed it as an infectious lung disease, prescribed some medicine, and asked the usual home to ventilate more and breathe more fresh air.The old doctor's tone was indifferent, his expression flickering behind the thick glasses.

The big stone in my heart fell, and I drove to the beach with my ex-boyfriend.He put his head on my shoulder and looked at the sea-sky line without moving.In the evening, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I told my ex-boyfriend, let's go.

I said come again next time.

He said yes.

In the following days, my ex-boyfriend coughed less, but the dark circles under his eyes became deeper and deeper. He said it was because he didn't sleep well at night.It was only later that I realized that it was because I didn't sleep well, it was because I couldn't close my eyes all night.

On the weekend, I cooked a table of dishes on a whim, but my ex-boyfriend put down his chopsticks after only two bites.

"...Is it that unpalatable?"

"It's delicious, but I don't have an appetite recently."

I also lost my appetite, stood up disappointed, wrapped the food in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.The ex-boyfriend came over and tugged at my hand, and gave me an apologetic kiss.

I don't know what my ex was thinking or why he suddenly disappeared the next morning.

I thought he was out, as usual, and would be back in a while.

As a result, when I tried to call him at night, the mechanical female voice told me over and over again that the user you dialed has turned off the phone, please try again later.

I rushed to the ex-boyfriend's company, his colleagues said he had quit his job for a long time, and they couldn't contact him.Countless possibilities flooded my mind like migrating birds.I'd rather he leave because my food sucks, I sleep badly at night, I'm too rough sometimes, or because our relationship has faded over the years and he doesn't want to continue, or because he's in love Others... I can accept all of these, but I have always resisted, unwilling to accept the biggest and brightest one that hovers above all possibilities and screams.

But I had to notice it.

My ex-boyfriend was sick for a long time.

But I was slow to wake up until now.

My heart was beating too fast, and there was a tight pain in my chest.I walked around the corner and knelt on the ground slowly, slowly, trying in vain to relieve the excruciating pain. I think my ex-boyfriend must be in more pain than me now.

Half a month later, I found him in the small city we first met.

The smell of hospital disinfectant made me sick to my stomach, and I had never hated white things so much.

My ex-boyfriend’s ward is at the end of the corridor, and the grille lights above emit light that is constantly vibrating. In the ward, there are old people listening to a play, and the voice is neither soft nor heavy. The lyrics of "The Palace of Eternal Life" are babbling outside the door , "Shaohua is good... Baiyun... I don't envy the fairyland..."

My ex-boyfriend's mother had gray hair and was sitting in front of the hospital bed knitting a scarf. I looked past her and saw a pale and thin face.My ex-boyfriend who ran away from home was so surprised, he tried to look at me with wide eyes: "How did you find it?"

His voice sounded muffled through the ventilator.

I looked up, and saw a few infusion bottles with dense labels dripping down with transparent liquid medicine. I followed the interlaced thin tubes and looked back at him.The tube slipped under the quilt like a snake, and I could imagine what it was like without opening it.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"It doesn't hurt," my ex-boyfriend squeezed out these two words in silence for a long time, "Why are you here?"

"Physician, the father of the girl at the front desk when we were in school, I remembered later, I met him at the parent-teacher meeting."

"Oh." The ex-boyfriend closed his eyes in frustration.

I really think my ex-boyfriend is very scheming.

His mother was in a trance, pulled me to sit down, and told me that her son had heart failure, a family disease, and said that the chance of a doctor diagnosing him as a child was very small, but I didn't expect such a small probability to let him hit. .....

She wanted to continue, but her ex-boyfriend pulled the old man's hand and said he wanted to drink some hot water.His mother leaned over to pick up the kettle and staggered out to fetch hot water.

Heart failure?

My ex-boyfriend's heart, the one I heard when I was practically close to him in school; the one that beat wildly when he grabbed me outside the Internet cafe; The heart I heard; the heart I heard when I kissed him in the corner; That heart, such a good heart, how could it...

The scene on the opposite bed has been sung a few times: "I wish to be...beautiful...forever..."

I couldn't hear this, so I bent down on the bed rail, crying bitterly.

"I'm sorry," my ex-boyfriend's voice was barely audible, "I'm doomed after all."

The sea breeze blew by, with a salty smell that irritated my nasal cavity.

I crouched down and drew a heart in the sand, watching the waves come and sweep it away.I reached out and drew another one.

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

Evidence I have obtained:

My cat is also sick.