Cat's paradise

It was a winter, I was lying in the arms of my master, and it was snowing outside. My master is very fond of me, and there are good things to eat for three meals.

However, in an environment that others think is very happy, I have only one desire to open the window and climb out. The warmth in front of the stove was boring for me, and the delicious three meals made me bored. I am bored.

That day, my host was not at home, opened the window and jumped out, and went to the life I yearn for. I finally know how warm it is before the fire. The sparse little snow fell on me, and I couldn't help but fight a chill. At this time, there was a cat behind me. He looked almost like me. He was very friendly to me and took me on the street.

After a long walk, I felt hungry. I asked him if he had anything to eat. He took me to climb the roof and look for it. Soon, I saw a delicious rib in the attic, and I couldn't help but drool. "It must be mine!" I thought innocently. I jumped on the table, biting the ribs and getting it. At this time, the female worker who cooked the rice picked up a broom and hit a stick on my back. I dropped my flesh and fled.

We continued to stroll down the street, and he said that he could go to the rubbish to find something to eat at night. The sky is getting darker. I haven’t eaten in one day, I’m not dizzy, my limbs are weak.

He took me to the rubbish heap, where there was a stinking smell, the floor was full of oil, greasy, and my claws slipped on the slate. Look at him again, rummaging through the rubbish in that skillful way, there are only some bones without meat. The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

"I miss the warm and hearty dinner in front of the fire," I said.

"No!" He interrupted me rudely. "We are free cats. In a comfortable environment, you will only exchange the warmth of the cell for the warmth. What you lack is freedom!" He left angry, he walked. On the roof. In the moonlight, his shadow is slowly moving, going further and further.

I want to go home, I can't stand the hunger here.

It was my master who opened the door. She took me to her arms and took me to the fireplace. The plate was delicious. I stretched and hid in the quilt. In my dream, I returned to the paradise that belongs to me, the cat's paradise.

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