Oscar just needs to jump into someone's bed for one night, and that person will die the next day.
Blood dripped from my face and onto the white sheets.
Mom yelled, “Enough of the Beginning of Summer.”
Fat cat Oscar is here again.
I'm still going to hug it.
I do my homework in front of my mother's hospital bed every day, and go to the canteen to get food and eat with my mother at mealtime.
Finally, I couldn't suppress my emotions and cried.
I lay on the hospital bed, controlling my tears from flowing to the wound where the stitches had been stitched.
Oscar, the fat cat, comes less often, and every time he comes in I take him out.
Sometimes at meal time, a lazy fat cat would come to the ward.
When I was in elementary school, I developed a habit of going to my mother's hospital to see my mother every day after school.
I froze in place, and my father quickly came over and covered my left eye.
I ran into the ward frantically.
This lasted for half a semester.
The fat cat Oscar then nestled on his mother's body and remained motionless.
I touched it and said, "Be good, I'll finish my homework with you."
At this time, a fat cat named Oscar entered the ward and circled around my legs, with its long tail hooked on my legs.
"Hey, Oscar. Don't you ever jump on my mom's bed again," I said.
I finally found out why the nurse said to stay away from Oscar, and why the old man said to take good care of him.
Dad, Mom and Oscar are in the ward.
"So how does the death cat predict?" I asked curiously.
From that day on, I would still feed the fat cat when he came.
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The left eye required seven stitches and was covered with white gauze.
I carried it outside the ward and gave it half of my dinner again.
I looked at the four hospital beds and reluctantly got out of the way.
But the number of times I touched it started to decrease, except when it was rubbing against my legs and begging me to touch it.
(The meme in this article comes from the death cat. Baidu can know all the news content. I completely retained the name of the cat in the news, trying to subvert it.)
My mind is blank.
Fortunately, the hospital my mother is in is not far from my home and school, and can be reached in ten minutes.
The fat cat sat motionless next to the grandfather's pillow, then fell asleep peacefully and snored.
I nodded my head and had no choice but to use a paper towel to pick up the small fish pieces on the ground and put them in the trash can.
But it didn't eat a bite and wanted to go into the ward.
Because my mother was always sick and hospitalized, and my father never told me what illness my mother had.
One day, Fat Cat slowly walked into the ward.
Oscar the fat cat is really a death cat.
Three years later, I was in the second grade of junior high school.
Mom smiled and said, "What do you think?"
At this time, my mother shouted: "Lixia, don't be rude."
One day I put down my fat cat and picked up my schoolbag to go home. When I was about to walk out of the hospital, I was stopped by a nurse.
Because of my father's work, I can only let me go to and from school alone every day.
The next day, the old man's bed was empty.
I was sent to the next ward and I was not allowed to move around.
The fat cat Oscar barked.
The doctor said that the cat only scratched the eyelid and thankfully did not damage the eyeball, but there was still a possibility of infection and required hospitalization.
Everyone was shocked by my actions.
Oscar let out a meow and pulled away from my hand.
Until I left, the fat cat stayed motionless next to Grandpa’s pillow.
I was about to ask my mother why she stopped me, but my mother whispered in my ear: "Don't bother Oscar today."
Oscar, the fat cat, walked slowly into the ward and stopped in front of my mother's bed.
After my mother finished speaking, she coughed.
I whispered: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
When the fat cat Oscar came into the ward and asked me to pet him, I would take him out of the ward and give him a good pet.
Every child is picked up and dropped off by his or her parents when they go to school, but I can only go to and from school alone.
The old man touched my head and said, "Oscar is a good cat. You can't bully him in the future."
There was a cut on my lower eyelid under my left eye.
The fat cat Oscar turned over happily and barked.
I scratched fat cat Oscar's belly and said, "Sometimes I really doubt that you have become a sperm."
"Just let it stay here. We can't change this. Getting rid of it won't change the fact," my mother said.
I jumped on my mother's bed and nestled in a corner.
Oscar jumped from my arms and onto my face.
The obedient fat cat Oscar actually lay aside motionless and fell asleep snoring.
And when I was about to run to catch the fat cat, my mother grabbed me.
I said to Oscar, the fat cat: "Is there anyone in the room leaving today?"
The fat cat Oscar stood up and touched my hand with his tail, and then left the corridor happily.
When I played with the fat cat, my mother would correct my homework.
My name is Lixia, I am ten years old and in fifth grade.
"Oscar is cute," I said.
Everyone looked at the grandpa with strange eyes.
"It doesn't have to be right, does it? It doesn't have to be true." I said and reached out to catch the fat cat Oscar.
This fat cat always lets me pet it for a while after we finish eating.
I didn't sleep all night, and the next day my father brought the news of my mother's death.
But it didn't come towards me. Instead, it jumped up next to the grandfather's pillow in the next bed.
Dad immediately put down his work when he learned about Oscar.
I will also secretly pick out my dinner and give it to the fat cat.
After I finished my homework, I called for dinner.
But the nurse suddenly stood up and ran away.
I nodded helplessly and left the hospital.
The nurse looked around and said, "This cat's name is Oscar, and he is a death cat."
The fat cat Oscar purred softly and stopped barking.
I lowered my head helplessly and called my dad.
I immediately ran into the room and found that my mother was crying at this time.
I tried to stop it, but it growled.
I asked where my grandfather had gone, and my mother said calmly: "You will know later."
Oscar got up and started eating happily.
The old woman in the hospital bed next to her said: "This is the sixty-third prophecy, right? Don't miss the previous Oscar."
I picked up Oscar and touched his belly. He trembled comfortably on my lap and meowed.
My mother helped me pack my schoolbag and asked me to carry it on my back.
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The days passed like this.
The old man was writing something on the paper with a pen.
It has never failed so far, and driving it away will not change the effect.
My family is quite special.
I put the small fish pieces in the rice bowl on the ground.
When eating beef today, I placed the largest piece next to Oscar, the fat cat.
Picked up Oscar.
"Do you understand? If you understand, just scream again." I said.
I gradually understood something, and my mother's health became worse day by day.
Every time the fat cat Oscar comes, I will pick out half of my dinner and put it at the door for him to eat happily.
Then he circled the wrong places and stuffed them into my schoolbag and told me to go home.
"Maybe it's just that he's tired and just wants to lie down here. I'm going to carry him out now. He must have admitted his mistake." I reached out and picked up Oscar.
He continued to nest in the corner of the bed.
I'll go back and revise it and let my dad read it again.
One day half a month later.
"Is there nothing I can do?" I said.
"Then just do what you want." Mom said with a smile.
I lowered my head helplessly.
I listened to my grandfather's words in confusion, and my mother shouted from a distance: "Lixia, go home."
I froze in place and didn't listen to my mother's words.
The front paws scratched my face, followed by a meow.
But I was squatting outside the ward.
The nurse smiled and said, "Kid, would you like to play less with that fat cat in the future?"
"Mom? Can I take Oscar away?" I said.
I curiously leaned over and took a look. The words on it were densely packed, and there were many more words than I had ever learned.
half an hour.
"The Death Cat can predict when a person will die?" the nurse said.
And my mother stretched out her hand and said, "Don't grab it, call your dad."
I said to my mother: "Mom, a nurse asked me not to play with Oscar. But yesterday, grandpa asked me to be nice to Oscar."
Dad helped me out and went straight to the emergency room.
My mother won't say anything when she sees it, but she will ask me to clean up the floor where the fat cat has eaten.
I looked at the nurse and said, "What's wrong with Fat Cat?"
And it never resisted, and even exposed its belly and wanted me to scratch it.
"What is Deathcat?" I said.