It was all over at 3:30 in the morning. The severely injured cat was completely incapable of resisting. Kuze stayed awake and cleaned up the situation, but he woke up very late the next day and slept until noon before opening his eyes.
Still thinking about the cat, Kuze got up and went straight to the living room. The cat had woken up, and when it saw Kuze, it made a "woohoo" sound. The tightly bound body couldn't move, it could only shake its head vigorously, the dazzling golden hairs were piled up in a mess, and the cheeks were already smeared on the fabric sofa.
At first Kuze thought the cat was trying to resist again, and didn't intend to ignore it. However, the cat meows persistently, its weak voice and moist eyes are obviously different from yesterday, more like begging than hatred. This isn't like the stubborn and vigilant cat of yesterday. To be on the safe side, Kuze took off the spare glasses first, then untied the bandage in the cat's mouth, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong?"
After being tied all night, the bandage was completely soaked with body fluid, and it tasted a little disgusting. The cat turned its head away in disgust, meowing. Kuze shook the food bowl and water bowl in front of it, but it ignored them, just struggling agitatedly, trying to sit up. Jiu Shizhi stood on the sidelines for a while, and suddenly his heart moved: "Do you want to go to the toilet?"
There was no other way to verify, Kuze directly picked up the cat and walked to the toilet. This time the cat didn't struggle, and didn't bark anymore.
There were no pets in Kuze's house, no litter box or anything. He didn't expect a cat to be able to pee on the toilet on its own, so he undid the bandages on the cat's feet and picked it up himself.
The cat was still leaning obediently in Kuze's arms at first, but when it was held and posed in front of the toilet, it didn't know what it wanted, but suddenly struggled. This cat is naturally petite compared to humans, but it is not a weight that can be easily carried with one hand. Kuze patted the cat's buttocks, held it with both hands, and separated its legs to make it more obedient.
A cat that is completely under control can no longer move, but also has no intention of starting to urinate. On the contrary, it froze into a cat jerky, its body tensed, and an indescribable anxiety permeated its whole body. If the cat is a human, this reaction should be attributed to the emotion of shame. But Kuze, as a medical graduate, clearly remembers the social nature of cats is not enough to be ashamed.
Having said that, Kuze didn't plan to change his approach even if Mao knew that he was ashamed. What human rights do cats want
This action of hugging the cat is a test of arm strength. Kuze waited for a while, but seeing that the cat still didn't move, he simply blew two out-of-tune whistles to urge him. As soon as the whistle came out, the cat turned to look back at him, the disbelief in his eyes overflowing. Kuze looked at it for a moment, not knowing what to say. Maybe that's not how the cat's previous owner taught him to toilet. Speaking of which, how should the cat urinate... Kuze put the cat on the washstand, freeing up his right hand to examine the cat's lower body.
Very unfortunately, the moment Kuze touched there, the cat urinated.
The warm liquid poured on his hand, and the shock in Kuze's heart overshadowed the rest, and he didn't react for a while. After the pattering sound stopped, the disgusting feeling came too late along with the stench. Kuze's right hand and the sleeve of his shirt were covered with cat urine. Not only that, but the urine on the ground had accumulated in a small pool by the bathtub along the floor tiles, and droplets had splashed on the wall. One can imagine the follow-up treatment. What a hassle to work.
This was definitely the worst moment of the day. Strangely, the anger in Kuze's heart was not clear. At that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand the dilemma of those who keep children and pets: it is rare that it has been held for so long, and it does not urinate on his sofa, which is worthy of praise; but it is all on his hands, and he still wants to beat him it.
In fact, compared to Kuze, it was the cat who seemed to be more affected. After urinating, the whole cat sat down on the washstand leaning against the wall, as if it had lost its soul, no longer the stubborn stubbornness of last night's struggle. After Kuze washed his hands and cleaned up the toilet, the cat was still sitting there dumbfounded, his eyes blank. If you let a stranger see it, you'll probably guess that this state is because of being sterilized, compared to the cat urinating on human hands.
When he brought the cat back to the living room, Kuze observed the cat's state and was surprised: How should I say... As a cat, are you too embarrassed
All afternoon, the cat looked like it had lost its soul. It didn't move or eat. Considering the importance of good nutrition for wound healing, Kuze forcibly opened the cat's mouth and fed it food. The cat purred and struggled for a while while being force-fed, but compared to the intensity of the resistance yesterday, it was quite negative. Kuze squeezed its mouth with ease, until it was confirmed that the food had almost passed through the esophagus, and it was impossible to simply spit it out.
Afterwards, Kuze reattached the restraining bandages on the cat's limbs and examined the wound on its abdomen. Looking through the gauze, the amount of blood oozing out seems to be less, and there is no need to change the bandage for the time being. Kuze didn't intend to take off his surgical gown, lest the ignorant cat hurt himself again, but this time he didn't put a bandage on the cat's mouth. The cat's mood was so low that Kuze also felt some inexplicable guilt.
After taking care of the cat, Kuze went to take a bath. The smell of cat urine still seemed to remain on his arm, and he rubbed it hard in the bathroom for a long time, rubbing the back of his hand to the wrist until it was red. Coupled with a shallow and long wound on the inside of the arm that was scratched by the cat's teeth, his entire arm looked as embarrassed as a cat.
Blame the cat.
Kuze thought to himself that the cat seemed to have a deep hatred with him, saying that he was too vigilant, and it could be regarded as a desperate fight. Kuze had known for a long time that cats had bad tempers, but this was the first time he had been with cats in such close quarters for a long time.
Cats are so suspicious animals. I don't know the good or the bad, I don't know the severity, and they will attack ruthlessly. Kusei spent a day with it, and already felt that dealing with cats was troublesome and sad, and the entire interaction process was full of misunderstandings and doubts. What about other cats? What do other cat owners think? With such a bad habit of cats, how could it be possible to develop a warm relationship with humans
There was nothing to do all day. At dinner time, Kuze made chicken thigh rice with the ingredients he bought yesterday. Originally, he also deliberately searched for the method of cat rice, but now he is no longer interested, and still prepares simple fish porridge and water for the cat.
In the living room, the cat has fallen asleep again. Only when asleep does the cat show a little bit of a cute and pitiful side. It faces the back of the sofa, its neck and upper back are slightly arched, but its abdomen is so tightly bound that it cannot be curled up, and its posture is awkwardly tense. Kuze watched silently for a while, then reached out and patted its shoulder: "It's time to eat."
The cat reacted as soon as the human touched it, flicking its shoulders as if frightened, as if it had never fallen asleep from beginning to end. Kuze waited for a while, and sure enough, the cat still wouldn't turn around—to be honest, he didn't think the cat would be soft on it. Kuze put down the food bowl, put his arms around the cat's body, and continued to force-feed it.
The cat was very cooperative when feeding the porridge, which surprised Kuze, and couldn't help but think in Stockholm like "if he can maintain this attitude, it doesn't matter how many times he urinates". On the contrary, when it was time to feed the water, the cat refused to open its mouth, so Kuze had to repeat the same trick, squeezed its mouth open with his hand and stuck it with the spoon, so that he could barely pour in some.
Afraid that the cat would vomit, Kuze deliberately stopped for a while after taking out the spoon. He thought the cat would continue to be non-violent and uncooperative, or rejuvenate and start to resist, but in fact, the cat cried.
Kuze never knew that cats could cry too. He observed the cat's expression in amazement, and saw that the blue tourmaline-like eyes were wide open, and tears slowly accumulated in the eye sockets. The cat didn't sob and choked, but when the tears overflowed, it silently wetted its cheeks. Look closely, not just near the eyes, there are tears on the cat's entire cheeks, obviously crying when she just fell asleep.
Kuze suddenly felt at a loss.
When the cat fiercely resists and scratches itself, Kuze can fight with it without any psychological burden, deprive it of freedom of movement, and blame it for all the problems. If it had cried at that moment, Kuze would probably be completely indifferent. But now, after calming down for a whole night, when the original anger had disappeared, and then looking at the cat bound by surgical gowns and bandages, he could clearly realize the fact that the other party couldn't hurt him.
The cat was unable to eat, defecate, and even had to expose his tears to his irresistible enemy...
At this time, Kuze's feelings were quite complicated.
He remembered that when he was young, he accidentally tore off the wings of a dragonfly he had caught. The fear, guilt, and helplessness at that time were not just condescending pity as a child, but also mixed with empathy for the dragonfly. For some reason, the young Kusei couldn't fix himself as a child. Instead, he repeatedly imagined that if he was also the dragonfly, his soul resided in the dragonfly's body, looking at the behemoth that fell from the sky, and being easily swept away by the irresistible giant hand. Fold over.
Kuze put down the spoon silently and put the cat back on the sofa. As soon as the cat left his hand, he turned and faced the back of the sofa. Because of the abdominal injury and surgical gown, it was very difficult to turn around. If Kuze were to help, it would only require a gentle push from a human hand. But the cat refused, and neither did Kuse. He just watched silently until the cat finally rolled over and curled up into a ball.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the clinic in the town." Kuze whispered.
Now that I think about it, maybe he should have gone with this plan in the first place, taking the cat straight to the vet in town. What about the doctor? He can clearly explain the treatment of wounds and the transmission of pain, but he can't explain communication and trust, how to make the cat stop hating him, or even what he expects from this cat. . He overestimated the cat and he overestimated himself.
Blame it on Toxoplasma, Kuze thought.
Kuze packed up the tableware for one person and one cat, and took the cat to the toilet again. This time, he didn't intervene, unbanding the cat's limbs and shutting it in the toilet.
Kuze waited at the door for a while. He was thinking about the worst scenario. He was going to wait for the cat to clean up the toilet after it was dirty, but unexpectedly heard the sound of flushing. Does this cat know how to flush the toilet? Considering he was an abandoned house cat, perhaps the previous owner taught him a lot. So is the shame of being incontinent at the hands of a stranger an educational achievement? Since it is so carefully raised, why should it be abandoned
After flushing, there was no movement in the toilet, and the cat didn't want to come out. Kuze waited patiently for a while, but suddenly heard the sound of items falling from the bathroom. He immediately pushed the door and entered.
Everything was business as usual in the bathroom, except for the shower curtain that fell on the floor. Kuze looked over the shower curtain, and saw the culprit who ripped off the shower curtain, leaning on his side on the sink, with his forelegs raised, trying to escape through the transom above the bathtub.
Hearing the movement of the door, the cat looked back vigilantly, his shoulders shrugged suddenly, obviously in fear, but Kuze didn't have the heart to play your guessing game with it anymore. Even he was not angry anymore, just tired.
Outside the window are the snow-capped mountains, and the temperature is as low as minus Fahrenheit. Isn't the cat going out with an injury like this to seek death? Jiu Shi thought that in the eyes of cats, he was probably worse than the Frigid Beast, and it was worth it to flee without caring for his own life.
Kuze picked up the cat, and despite its struggles, took it back to the living room, put the restraint bandages back on, and threw it into the corner of the sofa full of throw pillows and blankets. He has made up his mind to set off tomorrow. He will take the cat back to the pet hospital in the town, let it receive regular treatment, and then be released back to the forest.
Outside the window, the short winter sunshine in the mountains has been exhausted. By this time tomorrow, it will all be over.