A neighbor’s cat
Actually I do not like cats nor hate them, but I do have no pets it’s just because every time there is a cat passing over my house, it leaves such a terrible smell of its urine on the corner of my house by which I could be unbearably haunted. A cute kitty always approaches to me every time I pass by my neighbor’s house, it often comes with a poor face and a begging-food voice, then my heart can not do anything, and my mind said that I must find some fishy food for it. About 4: 30 p.m I had to go out to buy some grilled chicken mixed with cooked glutinous rice and feed it. When it saw me calling it, its instinct tells to itself that it has a big dinner today. Normally I feed it once a day, a traditional meal is a grilled small Fisch mixed in a fried chicken egg and rice, too. There is one thing that it never ever dare to come to my house, since I do not allow any cat, caught by me, towards wich I will throw a mug of water. I do not know whether what I do is cruel to them or not, but at the bottom of my heart I have no hate to them at all, I am willing to share the food that I have in my bowl, even a little with them.
This is the first time I wrote in English, I need to activate my English here, thankfully!