On an ordinary night in the north of the lake, the noises on the streets faded, with few pedestrians. As usual, a young sister dragged a slightly tired body on the way home. The nightlights lengthen her shadow, and everything around her seems so calm and lonely. All of a sudden, a tiny figure on the side of the street, like a magnet, attracted her eyes. It's in the corner as if it's in this dark world. The little sister had a tight heart, curiosity and compassion that drove her closer. A stray cat standing still, waiting for death.
The cat looks like a gold cavity, a precious pet cat, who should have enjoyed the love of his master in a warm home, but is now down to it, all dirty and hairy.
The little sister got down, and it became clear that the cat had a limp when it moved, and every move was so laborious. She looked closely and looked at it, with one eye open, with one eye full of marks of injury, a scar, as though it had been told of its suffering.
My little sister had a "scrambling" in her heart, and she couldn't help but wonder, "What happened to the cat and was abandoned by the master? What terrible torture has it experienced to become like this?" But even so, the cat is still very close.
As soon as she got close, she managed to move her body, leaning with her head over her hand, and making a weak snore in her throat, as if she were complaining of frustration and as if she was seeking consolation.
The little sister was crying in her eyes and was in a hurry to extract a snack from her bag and feed it. The cat didn't finish up, learned the look of other cats, buried the food with his claws carefully, and made the tears of her sister unstoppable.
However, she had recently been living in a difficult situation and had been unable to bring a cat to the hospital in the face of her injuries. However, she did not give up and, in the event that she had no choice, she had to post a call for help on the Internet and in a nearby group of pets, describing in detail the situation and location of the cat and hoping that someone good would help. It was unexpected that, shortly after the news had been sent, a good person had contacted her. The kind man, who had not hesitated at all, arrived immediately and took the cat to the hospital with care.
At that moment, the little sister was filled with gratitude, and she knew that the poor cat finally had a chance. Now, everybody's waiting for the cat to leave. When it's cured, find it a warm new home, and let it leave it alone and leave it alone.
This is a matter of online debate. Some netizens are worried, "Don't expose the address, watch out for the cat abuse team in Wuhan." This reminds us that in this seemingly warm world, there are dark corners, and those who abuse cats are being held accountable. And there is a sincere blessing from the Internet: "Poor child, hard to save, good man to make a fortune." They share their own experiences: "My family is a cripple too! It's born without thinking about abandoning the baby." These words are filled with respect and love for life.
In this matter, one side is the bitter abuse of the apathy of abandonment, like the cold wind, which stings the hearts of every man of conscience; the other side is the warmth of a helping hand, like the warm sun in winter, which brightens the hope of cat life.
Let us reflect on whether we should treat these weak lives with more cruelty and abandonment, or with more care and responsibility. Every life deserves respect, every little animal should have a warm home. It is to be hoped that such warm stories will become more and more, so that the wounded little lives will be saved.