A bearskin coat in the attic

The original bearskin coat in the attic

I have always felt that I was a bear in my last life. I always feel sleepy in winter and I never seem to get enough sleep.

It's raining outside and the room is warm.

The firewood in the fireplace is singing happily, and blueberry sauce is boiling on the shelf, rolling happily in the song of firewood. I snuggled lazily in the sofa, yawning constantly and my eyelids were heavy.

At this moment, a cat broke into the house. He sat down rudely and put his wet feet by the fireplace. I'm a little angry at the cat's rudeness, but like a meteor in the sky, I don't know which corner to get into after a while.

"wipe." I handed the cat a towel, which was wide enough to wrap the cat's whole body inside.

The cat wiped herself clean, handed me the towel and sat quietly by the fire.

I know, this is a very unusual cat. He must have many stories.

"Take a sip to warm up and prevent colds!" I scooped a bowl of steaming blueberry sauce for the cat, and the cat was not at all polite. She picked it up and gulped it down. I heard every joint of his body bubbling. The cat won't catch a cold today.

"You must be very strange to me. Well, let me tell you my story. " Probably because of drinking a big bowl of blueberry sauce, the cat regained his spirits and began to tell me his story.

"Maybe I was born a restless cat, and I started looking for it from the moment I was born." The cat narrowed his eyes and began to tell. Blueberry sauce was steaming on his head, as if all those stories came out of the stove.

"I've been looking for my mother. I want to ask her: Why did you abandon me? " The cat lowered its head and stopped for a while. "My mother abandoned me when I was born, and a bear adopted me. Bears take me to climb mountains, fish and teach me to climb trees every day. In winter, the bear hibernates in the tree hole, and I lie on the top of the tree and wait for him. "

"This life continued until my mother appeared in front of me. At that time, she was already a very old cat. Her body is mottled and her hair is sparse. I don't like my mother very much, not because she is old and dirty, but because I have been used to living with bears these years. However, my mother asked me to go back to her and spend my last days with her. My mother says she doesn't have much time left. "

"Although I always wanted to ask my mother why she abandoned me, when my mother really appeared in front of me and begged me to come back to her with tears, I was still a little touched. The problems that hovered in my mind all day were stuck in my throat like bones."

The cat twisted and changed its posture. "However, I can't bear to bear, and the bear is old, and he is used to waiting for his dream in winter. Bear told me that with my waiting, his dream is warm every winter. I don't turn my head and pretend not to see the tears in my mother's eyes. "