The cat got lost. Tell me.

My cat was lost, or rather, thrown away.

As usual, it was already half past nine when I got home, and I met my brother as soon as I entered the door.

"Which of the four cats at home do you want? I want to send it out. "

"Leave the black one to me."

"I want to keep a white one, so I'll send two gray ones. Do you want to send a big cat? "

I threw it away yesterday.

"hmm? Why did you throw it? "

"It poops in my bed."

I hurried home. "What about the big cat at home?" I asked my mother in the kitchen, "Your brother threw it away." After I confirmed that I really threw it away, my mood suddenly came up. I feel so angry that I want to take a bath to calm down, but I still can't stop crying. I called my brother and said, "Why did you throw it away?"

"Who let it poop everywhere?"

"If the cat litter is cleaned, will it be pulled everywhere? You really have no sense of responsibility. If you still want to keep kittens like this, I'll give them all away. "

Pa, he hung up at once. I held my breath and sat on the bed with tears in my eyes, sad and helpless.

Last year or the year before last, my brother worked as a receptionist in a hotel, and the guest left this kitten. I looked at the photos I sent. The beard on his face is short and long, and his hair is dyed. Obviously, he was abused. When he picked it up, it was still small, which was very scary. Every time I go to see my brother, he can't hide. Slowly, he grew up and didn't hide much when he saw me. Soon after, he gave birth to a baby and my brother went home.

I was injured when I was a child, so I was particularly afraid of people. It will be fine after a while. When my brother is not at home, he always takes his kitten to my brother's room. It is he who makes him feel that he can rely on it. Just because he shit in bed, he was abandoned again. What kind of people will he meet, will he be bullied by other wild cats, and will he be taken to other places? ...

I spilled some cat food at the door of the unit. I went out to look for it twice, but I still didn't see it. When I came home, I saw a stray cat eating the cat food I spilled, and its nose was sour. "Have you seen the smell of my house?" I touched it. "You tell him to wait for me here and I'll take him home." The stray cat didn't respond, but continued to eat cat food.

I haven't talked to my brother all day today. Before going out to work, I spilled a little cat food at the door of the unit, hoping it would remember the familiar taste. I didn't change the brand of cat food. I still feel so sad.