This afternoon, my mother and I went to the pet store to pick up a cat, although it is an animal, but like people have feelings.
Remember once, I came back from school, "meow! Meow "ran out of my room. But I don't hear it, back to the room, I froze! The room was turned over to it, the books on the shelf are scattered to the ground, the whole room is a mess.
I was angry and said: "Shi Bushi you do?" It affectionately called "meow!" It is proud of its dry matter. I couldn't help it, today was not good, he has to "worse", I used a whip from the room and lashed it, it tears. Really, I kid you not. It just like people have feelings.
After a while, my father came back, he asked: "how many English exam?" I heave great sighs said: "80!" The father was furious, picked up the whip whip me. The cat ran over and pulled the pants on, Dad had to call it. I love watching it, I felt very guilty, I feel very sorry for it. I don't do well in exams, but also implicated.
After a while, I cling to its persistence. I clean the room, I found a dead mouse. I cried, I was moved to tears!
It was just a stray kitten! It for good (and mouse), I still play it.
Me and my cat. I will never forget it! Forget my naughty kitten and rich feelings.