Kuze picked up a cat.
It was a dirty stray cat, the hair was all tangled together, and it was hard lumps of mud or blood scabs. Just after a sharp bend on Panshan Road, it lay dying on the side near the cliff, half buried in the snow. If Kuze was in a hurry to get home and was over-speeding, or if he was just a little distracted, he might have passed him by.
Kuze slammed on the brakes.
After observing for a while, after confirming that he hadn't hit the cat, Kuze planned to bypass it and drive away. Kusei doesn't like cats, and he hates cats. Not only has he never raised them, but he usually avoids pet cats when he encounters them in town. Having said that, after all, the weather was cold and snowy, and the originally weak sympathy in the harsh environment was amplified like an antenna signal. Kuze hesitated for a while, but decided to get out of the car to check the situation.
The cat is golden in color, medium in size and heavily scarred. It has been covered with a layer of snow, and under the snow, its hair is stuck in clumps of blood and dirt, and it looks extremely embarrassed. The cat was dressed and had a black collar around its neck, which seemed to be a house cat. There was no nameplate and contact information on the collar, and he was thrown into the wilderness where there was no signal, probably abandoned.
When he brought the cat back to the car, Kuze suspected that he was being parasitized by Toxoplasma gondii. Cats are arrogant and indifferent, squeamish and troublesome, with limited intelligence and inability to communicate. The only advantage is that they are warm when hugged, but they are not as good as an electric blanket. The dirty cat first made Kuze's coat dirty, and then rubbed mud on the seat cover and shopping bag in the back seat.
Forget it, hug them all.
Kuze frowned, took off his coat and covered the cat, returned to the driver's seat, and restarted the car. This place is remote. In such a snowy day, I don't know how long it will take to drive back to the center of the town. There are only a few kilometers away from home. Kuze decided to go home without hesitation.
Kuze entered the living room from the garage with the cat in his arms. This is the last step in the entire moving process. Before that, Kuze had already moved the half-ton of materials in the car into the kitchen, so even though the cat was not that heavy, he was still a little out of breath.
But before it was time to rest, Kuze found a first aid kit and helped the cat clean up the wound.
The cat's injuries looked horrific, but only one part of the abdomen was bleeding badly, the rest were just flesh wounds—mostly abrasions, which seemed to have been dropped, with odd wounds that looked like whiplashes in between. Although Kuze was not a professional veterinarian, he was born in medicine after all. He first skillfully inspected the abdominal wound, and after confirming that no internal organs were injured, he began to disinfect and suture.
Hope it doesn't get infected. Kuze thought. He bandaged the wound on the cat's abdomen and then went to work on the extensive abrasions all over his body. The latter was more troublesome than the former, because the wound was so large that it took him more than a few hours to clear it up.
Previously, the clothes and accessories on the cat were stained with blood, but Kuze tore them off during the dressing process, and the cat hair that prevented cleaning the wound was also bald in several pieces. When it was over, Kuze suddenly wanted to laugh at the miserable cat in bandages and iodophor: Will cats with alopecia areata be discriminated against in courtship
Water for cats is also a problem. Kuze has never had a pet, and the only thing in the pantry for the cat is the fish porridge left over from yesterday. I put some in a shallow basin for soup, and another small basin filled with water, and placed them side by side on the dinner plate. This is the cat's dinner. Kuze thought to himself, it seems that the nutrition is not balanced, but after all, he has worked hard. Who told the cat to fall into his hands? In this wild country, no one will prepare clothes, shoes, goat milk and catnip for it.
By the time he got back to the living room, the cat was awake and was trying to roll himself over with his only unbandaged hind limb. Hearing the sound of Kuze approaching, it turned its head alertly, not rubbed by the bald hair on the leather sofa cushion, and was blown up by the slight static electricity.
"It's alright, it's time for dinner." Kuze casually reassured and put the dinner plate in front of the cat.
The cat was indifferent to the fish porridge, and insisted on tensing his shoulders, staring at the human in front of him with that vigilant expression. Kuze is not surprised by this, he knows that most cats have a strong sense of precaution when eating, especially cats. He got up and went back to the bedroom, closed the door, completely out of sight of the cat, and turned on the screen connected to the anti-theft camera in the bedroom.
The cat stared at the door for a long time, making sure that the human would not appear again, and then gradually relaxed, but still did not mean to eat. He looked rather tired, maybe sleep was more important than food at the moment. Fatigued and still trying to stay awake, he was obviously trying to be brave.
Sure enough, half an hour later, the cat in the monitor couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep reluctantly. It buried its head halfway into the gap between its chest and the back of the sofa, rested its forehead against the soft sofa cushion, curled its legs under it as much as possible, and its half-arched back slowly rose and fell with its breathing. That look is more pitiful than when it is sober, and it can be called cute.
Kuze remembers that cats have a higher body temperature than humans, and the appropriate room temperature is also relatively high. He quietly pushed the door open, walked to the temperature control panel, and turned up the temperature in the living room. The cat's golden hair undulates slightly with the breath and the heating air, making it soft and warm. Jiushi couldn't help but think that if it was like the stray cats in the public service advertisements, rubbing his chin on his palm in a timely manner, and then meowing lazily at him, maybe he would still be willing to adopt it.
Deep in the winter and snow in the deep mountains, everything was quiet, and the passage of time could not be detected. When he woke up, Kuze had been staring at the monitor for almost an hour. He got up and stretched his waist, took off his glasses, and turned off the display screen and desk lamp. The room was utterly dark, with only the shimmering light from the snow leaking through the window. Kuze closed the curtains and lay on the bed.
Perhaps the process of taking care of the cat made him exhausted, and it was usually difficult for Jiu Shi to fall asleep, but tonight he fell asleep quickly and had a nightmare in a daze. I can't remember what I dreamed about, but after waking up, my heartbeat is still stalling because of the anxious mood, and there is also the sound of blood rushing in the blood vessels in my ears.
After a while, the tinnitus gradually subsided, and Kuze discovered the source of the nightmare: the anti-theft system. A high-pitched siren rang through the room, and the red light on the monitor was at the door.
The Jiushi family was extremely remote, and there were no passers-by, let alone robbery. This monitoring and anti-theft system has not sounded once since it was installed before my grandfather moved in. Kuze sat for a while amid the harsh siren, suddenly remembered the cat, and immediately ran barefoot to the living room.
Sure enough it was the cat.
There is no entrance in the living room, and the distance between the sofa and the door is very close. That's where the cat found the loophole. Even if the abdomen was injured and unable to exert any strength, the hind limbs were bound by bandages, and it just crawled on the ground like a snake, and moved itself to the door with its forelimbs alone. It even reached the doorknob, leaving a trail of blood near there. If it wasn't for the anti-theft door installed and prohibited from opening at night, it could have escaped successfully.
The moment the cat saw Jiusei, the cat put on that vigilant and helpless posture again: the fluffy and soft fur was sticking to the ground as it moved in sleep, and the bandages were loose and stained with blood, looking embarrassed and pitiful. Only one pair of eyes stared at him without showing weakness. The cat's eyes were lighter in color than humans, and the jewel-like water-colored eyes were beautiful, but Kuze was not in the mood to appreciate it now. In his heart, there was only the anxiety of being woken up in the middle of the night, and that anxiety gradually escalated into the anger of being betrayed in the tit-for-tat gaze with the cat.
It's running away.
A dark bloodstain ran from the sofa to the carpet, indicating the cat's efforts to escape. Kuze mercilessly ignored its results and carried the cat back to the sofa again. This time the action was not as gentle as when I brought it home. The cat yelped in pain as it was thrown into the sofa. Kuze was not at all soft-hearted. He pressed it on the sofa, and while checking the condition of the wound, he accused it of being ignorant and ungrateful in his heart:
Why did he make himself so embarrassed, making him look like a big villain who abducted and sold innocent animals. What did he do wrong? He was kind enough to help him heal his wounds and prepare food, and he didn't intend to restrict his freedom at all, he was just afraid that the wounded cat would freeze to death outside in the cold weather. But it didn't understand his painstaking efforts at all, and would rather hurt itself and run away from him.
Why
Of course cats don't understand. Not only did it not know how to reflect, it also tried its best to resist Kuze's actions. This kind of resistance was very ridiculous in Kuze's eyes: not to mention the poor body shape of humans and cats, it is impossible for it to successfully exert force just because of the wound in its abdomen. Kuze grabbed its two front legs with one hand and sat on it, finally seeing the soft abdomen that the cat had been hiding. The neat gauze that had been bandaged before was rubbed loose and curled, and the dark red blood stains that ooze out again dizzy.
At that moment, Kuze was so angry that he wanted to do something to the cat.
He asked himself that he was friendly and patient with the cat, and that he did nothing wrong with it, and even sacrificed his rest to help it deal with the injury. Kuze has not done his job as a doctor for a long time, and this time he tried his best to avoid scars. Why does it treat the results of its own efforts like that, and why waste its energy and time
The cat sensed Kuze's malice, and struggled even more violently, even knocking off Kuze's glasses and biting his arm. Even though its sharp canine teeth only brushed past his forearm, Kuze was instantly furious with the sharp pain and glasses that had been shattered by dodging. He tore off the loose bandage on its body and wrapped it directly around its mouth, tying a tight surgical knot.
Now, the cat is completely under human control. It shook its head frantically, twisted its body, and waved its limbs, but it couldn't do any more damage to Kuze. From the cracked abdominal wound, the smell of blood gradually diffused. Kuze sat on it unmoved until the cat was finally too weak to continue struggling, and instead stared at him with a look of hatred and despair.
For a moment, only the cat and Kuze's breathing were left in the entire living room.
The cat was forced to make bellows-like breathing because of embarrassment and exhaustion, while Kuze was simply out of anger. Now that the cat can't resist and no longer fuel the fire, the anger gradually cools down, as if the tide is receding, exposing the absurd reality. There was a lot of blood from the wound on the cat's abdomen, and the viscous liquid penetrated the gauze and stained the sofa cushions and Kuze's shirt. The room was in a mess, like a murder scene. Who would have thought of getting it all in the first place just to save it
Kuze looked down at the cat's miserable appearance.
Yes, he thought, the ungrateful, rude creature in front of him was just a cat. Its intelligence is like that of a two-year-old baby, unable to understand human intentions or its own situation. Asking for trust and gratitude from this animal is beyond its intellectual and social boundaries. The cat is so weak and ignorant, what is he angry about
Kuze found gauze and iodine again, forcibly hugged the cat in his arms, bandaged the wound again, and specially learned how to tie the cat's surgical gown, and bound the cat's torso, hands and feet with extra gauze. This surgical gown is worn after a female cat has been neutered to prevent infection from touching the wound. Although this is just a male cat in front of him, it is also unexpectedly valuable.
During the whole process of reading the documents and dressing, the cat was watching him with that hateful look. Kuze wasn't so angry now, but the feeling of being stared at was still unpleasant. In my impression, cats are quite vengeful animals.
Think of the good side, Kuze said to himself. At least now, he doesn't have to think about adopting it.