Thursday, 28 October 2010

後門的貓

Actually,I don't quite like cats ,
for those arrogant and ,sometimes,kind of evil eyes.

Dogs are better ,for those naive and,somtimes,kind of stupid eyes.
They shake their tails joyfully while you are nearby.
They cry for your leaving like they can not live without you.
Maybe its all because i am vulnerable.

There's a little cat appearing in the back door of my dorm recently.
He started to live there.
He doesn't pay a look at any passing-bys,
He just lies there the wood bench napping.

One day I got back to dorm with my breakfast,
He jumped down uttering like He's hungry.
So I took a cup filling my milk and push it forward for him.
He smelled it for a while and got back napping.

DAMN CAT.
turn back my 35 dollar.
See,that's parts of the reasons i hate this little creature.

Though I realize later that he wanted cat food more rather than liquid milk.
I just can't stand his insolent attitude.

So following days,everytime i pass thoughhim,
I just ingnored him the way he ignored me.

Days past.
Winter comes and the temperature drop drastically these days.
I came back at midnight,
saw him squeeze like a bulb shrinking in the corner of the back door.

He was cold , I knew ,
because the piecing wind already made me headache.
It was unendurable for me to stay all winter night outside,
let alone a cat ,barely ,with no shelter no blanket.

So I fetched a blue sheet I didn't need for him.
I put down the sheet besides him.

We have an eye contact,
rediculously,I immediately leave away.
Because I was afraid he will neglect my offer again.

So,I just put down and leave.

Next moring I was going to class,
I saw him sleeping in the blue sheet peacfully,
curling up ,wrapped warmly with my sheet.

I felt I was melted.

People always say that dogs are your friends and cats , your lovers.
You can not control their heart.
They live on their own elegantly.
They ingore your kindness and pleasing.

But one day ,once they accept your heart,
they start to need you and trust you.
You know ,you are loved.

To love and to be loved,
I think it's never easy.

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