Chapter 2820: Since then, no more cats.

Demon Yue smiled, "Is this brawny a monkey invited to tease? I'm currently behind bars, so I still feel in the mood to look for a cat?"
Luffy smiled, "What do you think the strong guy should do now?"
Mo Yue smiled, "Aren't you talking nonsense? What the strong guy should do now is to find a way to get out of here. It's all here, and he's still thinking about looking for a cat, even if he finds that cat, what's the use? That one? Can the cat save him from the trouble?"
Luffy smiled, "That's right. But at the time, the strong man didn't know what he thought, he wanted to find the cat. She even talked about a cat that he had raised many years ago, and the woman sneered. , I said, brother, you are really leisurely. At this time, can you still think of a cat you raised? The strong man sighed, no way. At that time, my family lived in a bungalow courtyard, just like that kind of yard. The kind that lives in many households, there are many children in the yard, and every child is lonely. It was the cat who accompanied me for five years. The cat can almost represent my entire childhood. Recalling the warm days of childhood , I actually spent time in the company of that cat. Whether it’s when I watch TV or when I study hard under the lamp, it always lies quietly on the sofa or desk and silently accompanies me. . That little fluffy figure has become an indispensable part of my childhood memories, and it is the most warm and beautiful part. Although later, my family never raised a cat, but every time I saw it, I still would I can’t help but think of it. It’s really happy to have it with me. The woman looked at the brawny man’s obsessive eyes and couldn’t help laughing, so when you saw the cat just now, you immediately remembered that you raised it when you were a child The cat. The strong man nodded. Yes, even though the cat I saw just now has a distinctly different coat color from the cat I had raised before, it still can’t stop me from thinking about it again. It’s a The black-and-white cat is only black and white. It looks gentle and cute. It is always quiet and never troubles us. Other cats like to go into the kitchen to shoot food, but it never goes into the kitchen, even if the food is just Put it on the table, it will not jump to the table to grab food, it just squatted quietly on the edge of its small bowl, silently waiting for us to feed, even if the mother kills fish in the kitchen, it will not He went to the kitchen to make trouble, plus, it loves to be clean, so even a mother with a cleanliness has never tried to drive it away. But before I took it home, my mother strongly opposed it. Yes. The woman listened for a long time and couldn't help but yawned. It seems that the cat in your house is very sensible. The strong man nodded, yeah, because the cat is a girl, and I am the only boy in our family. Mom often said that the cat was her daughter, at least her child in the previous life. In this life, she can’t be a human being. Even if she is a cat, she has to come back to accompany her. After the cat is lost, her mother every time Thinking of that cat, he would always say something like this with tears in his eyes. When the brawny finished speaking, his eyes were moist, and tears flowed sternly. The woman sneered, oh, isn’t it just a cat? Sad? The strong guy sighed. It seems that you don’t understand the relationship between humans and pets. If you keep a pet for a long time, you will treat it as a part of the family, especially parents, unconsciously. He would also treat that pet as his own child. You said, this cat is lost, how can we not make our family sad? The woman smiled, okay, I understand everything now, you have one Only sensible and well-behaved kittens, after raising them for five years, they lost them. It’s the story of your cat, right? The brawny man ignored the woman's ridicule at all, and sighed. My mother is still talking about it. When I moved, it would be nice if I was not so anxious. The woman smiled, just moving, how could she lose the cat? The strong man smiled bitterly, and I blamed me. When I moved, my mother said to put the cat in a cage for fear that it would be lost. But I was worried that it would be wronged, so I decided to hold it in my arms. However, when we loaded all the furniture pieces into the car and were about to leave, the cat suddenly ran away. I hurried to chase it, but it jumped three times and two times. Going into the bushes, I can't find it no matter what. At that time, I was in a panic. I called my parents to look for it together. The three of us searched for two hours but still couldn’t find it. The driver was anxious and urged us to leave. At that time, there was no moving company. The car was my father’s company Yes, it was a borrowed car. The driver helped us move the house and had to rush back to work. We didn't dare to delay any more, so we had to move away first and then come back to find the cat. But when we put things in our new home and came back to find it, we couldn't find it. There is no shadow of it anywhere, it just disappeared for no reason. During that time, in order to find it, I rushed to the old house immediately after school every afternoon, wandering around, and did not go home until dark. But I still didn't find it, but I didn't give up. I persisted for a long time just to find it, but it seemed to have evaporated from the world and never appeared again. I insisted on it for more than half a year, and finally gave up. I think it must have been caught by bad guys, slaughtered and eaten, or beaten to death. Otherwise, if I look for it so hard, it can’t not show up. There is no reason. It must be dead. One night, I finally dreamed of it. I dreamed that it was grabbed by a tall, poor-looking man and brutally beaten to death. Then I hooked the neck with a wire, hung it, peeled it, rubbed it, and stripped the skin. When it came down, its small body kept struggling and shaking, and there was a groan before it died. I screamed with fright, only to realize that I had a dream. When my parents heard my screaming, they ran into my room and found me sitting on the bed profusely. My parents hurriedly asked me what was wrong. I hugged them and wept loudly. Our cat is already died. Mom was surprised, how do you know? I cried. I dreamed that the cat was dead. It died miserably. It was caught, killed, and skinned and hung on a wire. Mother whispered, son, don't worry. it's already over. Another day, mother will find you a cat. I shook my head vigorously, no, I just want it, I don't want anyone. Mother whispered, boy, but the cat is dead. I cried, if it dies, our family will never have any more cats. My parents couldn't help me, so they had to agree, and from then on, they would never raise a cat again. "