Talking about the "cat" discoloration

Talking about the "cat" discoloration

I opened the idiom story book and saw an idiom "Talk about the tiger." What does it mean to "talk about tiger color change"? I was curious, and I looked at it seriously. It turned out that "Talking about the Tiger" was a person who had been bitten by a tiger. Fortunately, the tiger was out of danger. From then on, every time he heard someone talk about the tiger, he would scare his face and eclipse.

After reading this idiom story, I also feel the same, I have had such an experience, it is really talking about the "cat" discoloration.

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather sent me a kitten. It was very cute, small and exquisite, and the pattern on the body was patchy. I knew that my hand was very agile and I was a mousetrap expert. I really like this kitten and often play with it.

One day, the kitten suddenly disappeared. I looked around for it, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Finally, the hard work pays off, the kitten was found by me, it is in the grass, shrinking into a ball, sleeping sweetly. I looked at the cute look when I was sleeping and I was relieved. I couldn't help but reach out and touched the head gently.

However, I never thought that it was suddenly awakened. It turned to face me and bit my hand. I didn't respond at all. I couldn't wait to shrink my hand. I only felt the skin in my hand was torn. I felt like an electric shock and hurriedly pulled back my hand. The pain in the palm of my hand made my tears flow down.

The kitten bit me a bit and turned and fled. My mother heard my crying and rushed over. I saw that my hands were constantly overflowing with blood, and my mother was frightened. I didn't have time to ask me what happened, I sent me to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor understood the situation and helped me bandage and asked me: "How can I be so careless! Cats eat rats. If they are not lucky, they may get plague." I listened, daring I was so scared that my mother asked the doctor in anxiously: "Is there any danger? Hey! How can it be bitten by a cat?" The more I listen, the more I am afraid. What's even worse is that I have taken seven shots in a row and I can't eat a lot of food I love. Ugh! It’s all the cat’s trouble!

After that, when I saw the cat, I hid far away and coughed! This is really the old saying: "I was bitten by a snake, and I was afraid of grass rope for ten years!"