Now I'm staring at the air above the ring finger of my left hand, as if a ring will condense in the air after looking at it for a long time.
It would be nice if that were the case.
The cat was lying on the computer keyboard, I stroked the cat's beard one after another, and the cat tilted its head and rubbed my hand, which was soft and real to the touch. I suddenly came back to my senses, and urgently stopped the disturbing thoughts in my mind.
At this time, the cat suddenly moved, sat up, and stared at my eyes tightly. The back of the neck and the back began to shake violently, and bursts of hoarse retching sounded from the throat, as if it was stuck with phlegm.
I was at a loss as to what to do. I reached out and tried to pat the cat on the back, but the cat ducked and jumped to the ground, vomiting a pile of cat food on the ground.
Did it go bad? Still feeling unwell? I didn't think much about it, I took a photo with my mobile phone, grabbed the cat bag and ran to the veterinary hospital with the cat.
After a few years of brocade clothing and jade food, my cat will be a lot bigger than when I first picked it up. Even if it is compared with cats of the same age, it is not inferior, and its stature is very impressive. At that time, there were more than enough cat bags for three cats, but now some of them can't fit my fat cat.
I was driving the car, paying attention to the large pile of cat hair that was squeezed out of the ventilation hole with my corner of the eye, and meditating on my cat, it’s better to just scare me with a sudden urge to vomit, don’t let anything happen Things, his old father's heart could not bear.
When the veterinarian came up, he patted the cat's butt: "It's quite strong." Then he took off his gloves and rubbed the cat's smooth back.
Me: "That... Doctor, is my cat okay?"
The veterinarian looked at the photo on my phone again: "The color is normal. If you are worried, you can do another check."
"So is it normal for cats to vomit, it's never happened before," I still wonder, "what's the reason?"
"It may be because of the recent climate change, some sensitive cats will be affected in the stomach, and the hairballs they eat cannot be digested." The veterinarian carefully inspected the cat's back. Except for the cat wriggling uncomfortably, There was no other action, and he stood quietly and waited for him to finish, "Hey, your cat is very good... There is no symptoms of diarrhea, are you giving him a hair cream?"
"What is hair cream?"
"Have you raised cats for so many years and don't even know about hair removal cream? You didn't read the forum I posted to you, did you?" It turns out that the veterinarian still remembered me when I was holding my kitten in a daze.
"I saw... didn't see anything about this." I answered honestly.
"I'll prescribe one for you, eat in moderation, just squeeze a little at a time," the veterinarian pulled down the mask and sat in front of the computer with pursed lips to fill out the form, "Pay more attention to the cat's movements these days, and come over if there is anything unusual. trip."
I thank the veterinarian gratefully.
The car drove downstairs, I turned off the fire, and the darkness beside me was pulling me, begging me to stay a little longer.
I compromised, adjusted the seat back, opened the sunroof, and let the cat out for air.
Night has come, and the night in the city in the middle of winter is windy. I found a few stars in the sky. The light is faint, but it is still a star.
This is far worse than the starry sky seen in Ejin at that time.
Sanity is non-existent for someone who just got the bonus. When my ex-boyfriend made a suggestion, my brain became hot and I happily decided to go to Ejin by car. When my friends heard the news, they all thought we were crazy. We drove from the free shipping area to the desert area on the corner of Inner Mongolia and then drove back.
But we made up our minds and decided to drive on the road.
To be honest, a week later, when we drove that two-wheel-drive sedan teeteringly across the vast desert, I was in a panic.
"Tell me, how many cars did we see getting stuck on the road?" I asked, biting my finger, and a group of people who were circling in a circle and holding a thick carpet to save the car passed by, a bit like little ants working together under a magnifying glass.
"No, there are always more than 10 cars." The ex-boyfriend smiled and answered nonchalantly.
"Let's consider buying an off-road vehicle, that kind of hardcore four-wheel drive that can go anywhere." I seriously asked his opinion.
"Okay, but now this one is pretty hardcore." He stepped on the accelerator.
"Hey, hey, slow down, what if you accidentally get stuck."
"That's right, I'll pick you up, flee into the desert, and never go back."
"Hahahahaha, you're going crazy again." I giggled and put my foot on his lap recklessly. The ex-boyfriend held my ankle with one hand and rubbed it, suddenly swiped the steering wheel, circled the sand dunes, and stopped on the dark side where the moonlight could not shine.
He leaned towards me.
He weaves tenderness into a web and spreads it under me.
We are like a pair of travelers who have been in the desert for seven days and seven nights, finding a clear spring in the gap between midnight and dawn.
The love in the room is about to choke us both to death.
The small skylight couldn't trap all the stars. He hugged me and fell on the sand, galloping in the wider world.
…
The sand dunes in the dark night resemble the woman in Rubens's writings, with a plump figure and graceful lines.
I hugged his undulating back, he stared at me with his eyes full of broken diamonds, and he lowered his head and branded countless fiery kisses at the corners of my eyes.
…
"I think we're a bit like Sanmao and Jose," I whispered in his ear. "Unfortunately, this is not the Sahara."
"Where there is you is Sahara," he kissed my neck and paused for a long time, "you say, in case I am like Jose..."
"Shh! Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about!" I don't know why my ex-boyfriend suddenly mentioned this. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth firmly, and a lot of uneasy feelings came up before leaving.
"Okay, I won't tell." He stroked my face with the back of his hand.
We spent the happiest and craziest time in our life in Ejin. I like the crazy colors of the large tracts of Populus euphratica trees. My ex-boyfriend bent the corners of his mouth and helped me take photos of 100 kilometers along the way.
At the end of the game, he seemed tired and gasped for every few steps he took, but he still took the camera when I asked him to take a picture of me and patted my head dotingly.
The sandstorm in Ejin was really choking. On the way back, I saw my ex-boyfriend coughing while covering his mouth, so I forcibly changed the driver's seat with him and drove all the way home.
The ex-boyfriend's face was a little pale, and he went straight to the bed to rest when he got home.
I was putting my luggage outside, and I heard him coughing with restraint in the room, so I hurriedly poured a glass of water and walked in. The ex-boyfriend looked at me with his eyes that were wet from coughing, his eyelashes were all glued to wisps of tears. He didn't seem to want me to see him like this, and turned over to avoid my sight. I opened his hand and handed him the water glass, but when I pulled it back, I saw a dark red smear on my hand.
Not my blood, I have no wounds on my hands.
It's my ex boyfriend's.
My heart twitched, and something called pain slowly squeezed my lungs.
"Are you coughing up blood?"
I heard my voice tremble.
"It's bleeding gums, maybe I'm tired." The ex-boyfriend grabbed the pillow, the volume was weak.
I always felt that something was wrong, and proposed to take him to the hospital. The ex-boyfriend raised his eyelids and looked at me pleadingly, saying that he was very tired today. I thought about it and finally agreed.
He shouldn't have been given this chance.
I thought wistfully.
In the past few days, I have been observing my cat. The little fat man is alive and well. He can eat and sleep without vomiting. My dangling heart gradually relaxes.
Late one night, I got home from get off work, and when I opened the door, I found a puddle of eerie green exhibition-like across the entrance. My cat was hiding behind the chair and peeking at me.
I was so anxious that my palms were sweating, and I didn't bother to bother, so I hurriedly called the veterinarian.
"Is it green? Don't worry, it's not that serious," the veterinarian's calm voice entered my ears. "It's gastroenteritis, either caused by the change of seasons, or by eating some spoiled food."
I walked around the apartment and picked up a few rotten grapes on the ground—I threw them in the trash in the morning.
"Rotten grapes."
"Come to the hospital tomorrow morning, you may need to hang water."
I sighed, took out my phone, and prepared to tell the boss that my leg was broken and I would take a half-day leave. Thinking about it, I thought it was too ridiculous. Once I went back, I would have to be exposed, deleted, and changed to my leg twisted.
It was swollen like a bun, and it was very painful.
I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.
Evidence eight:
My cat can't take care of herself.