Little Floral Kitty’s Search for Home

          I live indoors most of the time now. I like to watch birds playing on trees, cables, and I like to hear their crisp chirps in the morning. I bounce around, wishing I could jump away to catch them. I like my fish, meat, and dry food. I would remind Mama of my wet food after I recovered from diabetes from time to time. Mama often reminds me of my work out with that dancing red light. All in all, my life is happy.

          Recently, Mama is amazed by my ability to recognize the grey mouse among my big pile of staffed toys. Maybe she is too old to remember I was two-months old when I met with her and fell in love with her. I mean, she is old, not according to my standard, but her type’s. OK, let me tell my story of my childhood’s wandering around.

          My real mother, Cat Mama had three children. My Mama now calls me “Floral Kitty” for the pattern of my fur. I have a sister with all black fur. I do not remember my brother’s look.

          When Mama saw my sister, she cuddled her for a long time. But I was fine with that, talking and snuggling close to a big group of runners. Only then did Mama notice me. My sister and brother had found home already. I wanted one, too. Late October in Kentucky was cold already.

          Mama fell in love with my cuteness, and of course the most beautiful kitty face in the world as well. Then Mama brought me to her car. When I sat on Mama’s lap and got ready to go home, my heart was pounding.

          The countryside in Kentucky was beautiful and sunny. The fall was dancing the last dance on trees at the end of October. I was a little worried about Cat Mama. I would not see her any more. I would not be able to have her milk any more. I would have to lick my own hair. Bye-bye, Cat Mama. I would always remember our home made of soft dry hay in the stable. The hay smelled sweet. I was frightened by those big, terrible mice, but I got used to their taste. I was also keen to catch little mice.

          Those little mice were so silly. They looked timid once caught, then they would try to run away when released. I pounced on them again and they would try to run away. I had so much fun playing with them! 

          I loved birds, too. But they were smarter than little mice, so I am still a little upset.

          Mama, do you understand now? I knew what mice were! I will try to recall other things and tell their stories. I am old, too! Meww…

 

 

小花流浪记

          我现在的生活大多在室内。我喜欢看清晨的鸟儿在树枝、电缆上跳跃，听它们清亮的鸣叫。虽然我也跟着它们腾挪，可它们太远了。我也喜欢我的鱼、肉罐头和干粮。自从糖尿病好了以后时时会提醒妈妈吃湿粮。妈妈会经常跟我玩锻炼游戏，捕捉红色光影。总之，还好啦。

          最近妈妈对我能在一堆布玩具中认出小灰鼠让她吃惊讶不已。也许是她老糊涂了，按照妈妈族的标准吆，都不记得我们初相遇时我已经两个月大了。哎，那好吧。讲讲相遇前的生活吧。也蛮久之前的事了。

          我的母亲猫妈妈养育了我们兄妹三个。我现在的妈妈叫我小花，因为我长得像小花狸猫。我有个姐姐，全黑的。我都不记得哥哥的样子了。

          妈妈一眼看到姐姐，亲亲抱抱。还好我不在乎啦，跟一大堆运动爱好者热络，妈妈这才注意到我。姐姐哥哥都有家了啦，我也好想有个家…十月天要凉了。

          妈妈一下爱上了我的性格，我那张世界上最漂亮的小猫脸也起了作用，抱着我到她的车里，准备回家了。站在妈妈的腿上我的心扑扑跳。

          肯塔基的乡下好美好美吆。十月底更是秋天挂在枝头跳最后一支招牌舞的时候。我有点担心母亲，以后见不到啦。奶没得吃了，也不能趴在她身上睡觉了，以后也只好自己打理自己的毛了。再见，母亲。我会记得我们在马厩里的家的。柔软干爽的草窝，还有奶香。那一只只灰鼠好可怕吆，那麽大。可是我也慢慢习惯了。尝过它们，也试过捕捉小灰鼠。

          小灰鼠傻傻的，被我扑到后呆住，放开它，它就开跑。我再扑它，它再跑。乐死人了。

          小鸟也是好玩的，就是比小灰鼠机灵。所以我到现在也难以释怀。

          妈妈，你现在明白了吗？我见过小灰鼠的！啊，别的事我再慢慢想想，慢慢讲吧。我也老了耶！喵…