One day in late November 2019, I was disturbed by the cry of the kitten downstairs, so I went downstairs to search. Then I realized that it was the proprietress of the chess and card room opposite the community who had just brought back a little cat that had just been full of the moon, saying that it was for catching mice. The boss lady who had no experience in raising cats put the little cat inside with a paper box on old clothes, then threw some broken ham sausages for it. Looking at the trembling little cat, helpless and horrified, while looking for her mother everywhere, I felt very distressed and told the boss lady some basic knowledge of raising cats. Unexpectedly, she said impatiently that I was raising cats and catching mice, not as a pet! I told her that the cat that catches mice will take at least three months to get the cat, because the kitten has learned basic hunting skills from the cat mother at this time. It is not a problem to catch mice, and it is not like a pet cat that can be taken home just after one month. A kitten who is just over the month without the protection of a cat mother, let alone catching a mouse, is lucky to not be bitten by a rat. She knows nothing about the cat! If a kitten urinates everywhere, he will not know what consequences will be caused by a kitten. Seeing the little cat's pitiful appearance, I had to tell the boss that I could help her raise the little cat for free for one month first, and then catch the mouse for her when it became stronger. The boss, who was upset by the little cat's cry, naturally wanted to do so, so I stuffed the little cat into my arms and carried it home. The warm embrace instantly calmed the little cat. I ran all the way to the seventh floor, and when I got home, I gently placed it next to a plate of clean fish. The hungry kitten jumped into the plate and swallowed it voraciously, making a pleasant sound of eating while eating. This was the rhythm of hungry all night: it didn't eat or drink and screamed all night! What I didn't expect was that from the moment I put it in my arms, the little cat had already regarded me as its mother! As long as I am at home, I will definitely have a cat on my body: it climbs along my trouser legs and puts it down and then climbs up. It will only calm down when eating. In order to make it stronger within a month, I gave it a small cooking stove alone, and chicken breasts and fish were given priority to feed it. This little thing grew up with visible changes in the naked eye. It was well-behaved and cute and cute, and my son revealed his intention to keep the kitten or not. I also went to the chess and card room from time to time to ask the boss if the basic equipment for raising cats was ready. Her answer was always the case that people would eat whatever they ate. When they were full, the cat would not catch mice. He also said that the cat would go out to poop and pee, and he didn't need to prepare a litter box to make the house smell bad! I can't imagine how a kitten should adapt to this huge gap in life. There is a one-way street outside the house. I don't know how many cats are crushed to death every year. She actually lets the kitten go out to excrete. Is this the sorrow of a tool cat? When I thought of this, I was shaken and didn't want to return the kitten to her, so I began to instill in the proprietress the various harms of free-range cats: what would bring bacteria and viruses, what would be the infectious parasites in the body that would be infected by humans, scratched by cats, and so on. In short, I would say whatever I could scare her. I just kept the proprietress who knew nothing and was stunned. In addition, I was worried that the child would be injured by the cat, so she finally agreed to me to leave the kitten and lied to her child that the cat was raised to death (her daughter liked cats very much, and she hated me for this). In this way, this little cat, which is the only one that is not a stray cat, was taken home in an alternative way, ranking first. After knowing that it is a little female cat, I am even more grateful for my decision, otherwise the tenth old man would only face two outcomes: death or living in the difficult cat birth of having children throughout his life. Luck never comes to every cat. The boss lady who was harassed by mice and couldn't bear it anymore, not long after, she took a little orange cat back. In less than a month, the little orange cat disappeared. Because I was close, I clearly witnessed the ending of the kitten she brought back during the period: death or missing, but I was powerless because I also saved many cats and dogs during this period, and my energy and financial resources did not allow me to meddle in other people's business. In addition, cat plague broke out at home in February last year, and cats that had not been vaccinated could not be adopted. So I began a life of being tortured by the miserable cat meows across the community again and again...