I’m a cat.
I am a much-loved cat because I have a noble bloodline and am all white without a trace of color. The master gave me a nice name – Xiaobai. I live in my own room and enjoy the delicious food and comfortable accommodation carefully prepared for me by the host every day. The owner also takes me out for walks every day, allowing me to play with other cats and enjoy my free time. Many people will look at me with envy when they see me. Whenever he hears praise from others, the owner will smile happily.
My host is a happy family of three. The male host is handsome and elegant, the hostess is elegant and noble, and they have a lovely son. My favorite thing is waiting for the little master to come back every day. Every time the little master comes back from school, he always picks me up immediately, gives me a loving hug, and shares delicious and fun things with me.
At night, the little master would hold me and sleep with me. Under the care of the master, I continued to gain weight. I no longer like sports, but every time my little master takes me out, I will act coquettishly and let him hold me. As a result, he will be exhausted and sweat profusely every time. I feel like a very happy cat. I loved the feeling of being cared for, but this happiness didn’t last long.
I found that the master and the mistress often quarreled, which had never happened before. Every time they quarreled, the little master and I would feel scared and huddle in the corner of the room. The little master would hug me so tightly that I could feel him shaking.
From then on, the owner no longer took me out for walks or sunbathing, nor did he buy me beautiful clothes or expensive cat food. Sometimes, I would walk up to the mistress and act coquettishly to her, but she would kick me away impatiently. I was no longer favored by them, and what I feared finally happened.
One day, the male host and the hostess had a heated argument, and the male host left the house angrily. The hostess cried silently alone, and the little master was no longer as lively and cheerful as before, staying in the room all day.
Sometimes, I would walk up to her and she would hug me roughly, crying, and it would hurt me every time. Once, she wanted to pick me up roughly again, but accidentally scratched the little master’s hand. The little master cried sadly and said, “Even you are starting to hate me.”
Later, the male master and the female master quarreled again over the distribution of property and the custody rights of the young master. The little master originally wanted to take me with him, but the male master kicked me and it hurt me very much. I groaned in pain, and the little master cried and said: “Xiao Bai, you must wait for me to come back.” Finally, the little master followed the male master in tears.
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