My tiger cat

"Hey! Come down for dinner! Have your love!"

Hey, guess who it is. Oh no, it is not a naughty little boy who is upstairs all day, it is a cat, a tiger cat.

The back is covered with light orange and dark orange fur, and there is one black stripe on the fur. It looks like a handsome tiger fur coat with a black head on the top of the head. The word reveals an extraordinary temperament; a tail like a whip swings to the left and swings all the way to the left. The four slender legs seem to run out of a hundred thousand miles in one run; the abdomen and the back are different, and the abdomen is milky white. It is as white as a snow-covered mountain. There is no trace of hair on the white hair. On a cat face that is not fat or thin, a pair of triangular ears stand upright, and the ears are round and small, resembling two small stars. The eyes are stunned, the little pink nose is under a small cat's mouth, and it is yawned from time to time. The small nose has two small, silver-colored fishbone beards that are invisible to the naked eye.

The most peculiar thing about your body is its eyes. The eyes of other tiger cats are light black, like two small peas. My family's cockroaches, the eyes are light blue, and the light blue is also a little black and fluorescent green. So I call it 瞳瞳.

There is an advantage, maybe you will think that this is not an advantage. One afternoon, I was practicing the piano, practicing for a while, stood up and went straight to the toilet. The cockroaches on the piano saw me leave, the hind legs jumped, slammed, jumped to the piano keys, practiced running on the black and white piano keys, running back and forth, four cats stepping on, piano Produce the voice "Demi-fat-West--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Go, go over and touch its head and express appreciation." As a result, I was so excited that I ran wildly. After a few minutes, I saw that it was still running, and some impatiently said: "I have enough, I still have to practice the piano!" Hey, like a back of his ears, still indulged in his own world. I looked at it, turned and took some cat food from the kitchen. Sure enough, I jumped into the chair, licking the cat food in my mouth and left. From then on, I practiced a hundred meters on the piano all day to discuss something to eat.

This is the embarrassment of my family - cute, delicious, it has become a pistachio in my hands.

Sixth grade: happy light rain