There are several wild cats downstairs in my grandfather's house. These wild cats are very cute and pitiful.

Many kind-hearted people in the community will bring some food from home to feed these cats in order to help them live a healthy life, and we often feed them fish bones.

As time passed, a little tabby cat got to know me first. It barked at me downstairs, as if to say: "I'm hungry, can you please give me something to eat?" I gradually fell in love with it.

, we gradually got to know each other and became good friends! Every day when I came home from school and walked downstairs, it would squat at the top of the stairs and bark at me softly, watching me go up the stairs.

As soon as I left the house after dinner, it was already waiting for me on the steps of the third floor, but it just didn't dare to come in.

When I went downstairs, the kitten followed me down. Every two or three steps, he turned around, stopped and looked at me, barked twice and then continued to go downstairs. After walking a few more steps, he turned back and barked at me a few times.

Just follow him all the way downstairs.

I spread the food out on the ground so that the other kittens could have a few bites, because he was a bit overbearing and wouldn't let other cats share the food. The cats bullied by him could only stare blankly every day.

Watch it carefully, waiting for it to eat and go away before eating some of the remaining scraps.

Later, the little yellow cat and the white cat also met me, and we became good friends.

I cherish this friendship very much. In order to maintain our friendship, I also asked my mother to let me feed the cats during the winter vacation because they did not live in the community where I lived.

When they are eating, I can't help but stroke them. The kittens obediently let me stroke their backs, and then barked a few times in a low voice, as if they were saying hello to me to show friendship! I like it very much.

These cats are becoming more and more fond of me, and I really want to take them home to raise them! But there is no room at home, and my grandma doesn’t want me to take them home, so I have to play with them in the community every day.

As soon as we played, we are already good friends, and they have long been deeply remembered in my heart.

Although no one takes them home, they are not so wild, perhaps because they are often taken care of by people. They are as gentle and lovely as domestic pet cats.

I will continue to take care of them in the future, cherish this hard-won friendship, and hope that they will always live a healthy and happy life.