I am a cat. I don't know who Dad is. My mother said that cats don't need to know who Dad is. The important thing is to live. Yes, it is to live. Later, even my mother disappeared. I heard the master said that she was dead. It turns out that human beings call death when there is no longer a heartbeat. I remember that mother was found by the owner in the grass in the backyard that day. From that day on, I fell in love with the grass.

I think this is the kind of orphan whose father is unknown. But fortunately, I have a good host. My master is an old man over seventy years old. He likes to hold me in his arms and talk about his dead wife. He sighs constantly when he speaks many times, then just touches me and sleeps in the rocking chair. Sometimes my master also likes to talk about his children's childhood when he settled in other places. He smiles when he says it many times, and then just touches me, rocking the rocking chair to sleep. I don't know why the master sighed or laughed. But I know the master needs me, just as I need the master.

Because it is cats that I am full of spirit at night. Because I have a good master, I am not like a cat. I do not eat mice like my ancestors. Even catching mice is just for fun. The master was kind to me, but he wouldn't let me go out. When the master falls asleep, I will still slip out of a window that cannot be closed. I found this. The master also knows that this window is broken, but no one has come to repair it. Why did I sneak out? Our cat is a born night walker. Even if I'm full, I like to go to the trash can and turn it over. If there is a treasure, I will secretly take it home and hide it in my nest. But I don't know why my treasure will disappear every time when the owner sweeps the floor, but I will always bring my treasure back.

I went out to look for treasure again tonight, and met my good friend A again in a trash can. But it is different from me, not only for treasure hunting, but also for food. In fact, it is not a wild cat, but its owner does not feed it on time, and sometimes it is kicked and beaten by its little owner. Whenever I see it, I feel that the life given to me by the master is very good. I asked him to come home with me, but he refused, saying that the master was still the master. But what I envy about it is that catching mice is much better than me, and what is different from me is that it is not just playing. On a warm evening, I saw it splashed with hot water by the owner's house, because it ate the neighbor's food. A few days later, A died at the door of his owner. On the left side of his belly, there was a large piece of red meat that was exposed to the air without hair or skin. It can also be vaguely seen that the bone is against the meat.

I hope A can be a person in the next life. It happened that one day the owner told me that he wanted to be a cat in the next life. That day, I felt that my master was stupid for the first time. Don't I give everything to my master as a human being? I can't give it to my master. One strange day, the master slept very late. Later, the house, which had been deserted, suddenly became busy. The master's children also came this time. It was really strange. Because it was too noisy, I went out for a while that day, but when I came back, the owner disappeared and probably woke up. But I never saw the master again. No more people give me food, and no longer go looking for treasure. I go out just for food. Like A, I have become an expert in catching mice. Later I found that I could live without a master.

Later, I stopped going back to my empty owner's house and walked straight ahead to the place where there was food. But I didn't think my mother was right. Living as a cat was not the most important thing. Although I need food, I will not find a new owner, because I will learn to sleep outside the stove, to endure hunger, to find food by myself, and to control my own destiny, all of which are to learn to be a free cat.