A composition about something that moved me, about 300 words.

Reference: moved (word count: 937) butterflies danced and were moved by the blooming flowers; Tears filled my cheeks and I was moved by the exciting victory. My heart was deeply moved by the motherly love of stray cats! There are many cats in the yard of my dormitory. These cats used to be pets of others. When the owner bought a new house and moved away, he abandoned these domestic cats like garbage. They became homeless stray cats and often picked up leftovers in the trash can in the yard. One of the Persian cats, white plush, blue eyes, gentle and lovely. It seems to have become an old cat. Every day, it will come to my door to beg. I specially bought cat food for it and fed it several times a day. After feeding for several months, I didn't expect it to be pregnant with a kitten and become a "pregnant woman". In order to increase its nutrition, I also fed it my own ham sausage. A week before I was born, it always dialed my door, trying to come in and making strange noises, which seemed a little sad. A cat wanted to find a "delivery room" before giving birth to a baby, and it chose my home. But for various reasons, we can't keep a cat at home, so we have to build a nest for it from a corner behind the building. A few days later, it successfully gave birth to four kittens in that cat nest. The weather was unpredictable, but it rained heavily the next day and the cat's nest was washed away by the rain. It was very cold that day and the north wind roared. I was worried about the kitten when I heard the cat's eager cry at the door. Open the door and have a look, ah! The old cat has a black kitten in its mouth. The old cat cried sadly. It must want to move the cat and children in for shelter from the rain. I was at a loss. It really hurts to see them being rained, and I am also moved by the mother's love of cats. I have to go out and clean the bird's nest. After their home was rebuilt, I took the kitten back. On the way to the cat's nest, the mother cat followed me all the time. After settling them down, I went home safely. However, after more than ten minutes, there was a meow at the door. When I opened the door, the old cat came again with a kitten in its mouth. I saw the kitten shivering with cold after being wet by the rain. The old cat barked at me while protecting the kitten. At that moment, my eyes were moist. I forgot so much, so I quickly brought the kitten in and put it in a warm small paper box. As if grateful, the old cat let out a low cry to me and hurried back to the cat's nest. Five minutes, ten minutes ... The old cat was as busy as a bee and finally brought all the kittens. She was soaked in the rain. I brought it into the house, held it in my arms and named it Mimi. Mimi's family huddled in a small box, and the kittens snuggled up to their mother and ate her milk comfortably. This scene is really touching and unforgettable. This kind of affection and care, which originated from the primitive animal kingdom and has no utility, will touch human beings living in a highly civilized and materialistic world?