我刚刚遇到你的时候,你被装在一个小纸板箱里,浑身脏兮兮的,眼神流露出一股哀怨,你龇牙咧嘴地望着我,发出“咕噜咕噜”的奇怪声音,露出尖尖的牙。你刻意地弓着身子,像是要把你瘦小的身躯看起来高大一些。但你似乎是受伤了,有些站不稳,嘴角还有被别的猫抓开而留下的疤。你是被抛弃了吧,在这个泛着凉意的夜晚。肆意的风吹乱了周围单薄的身影,门口来来往往呼啸而过的车子,带着一阵阵刺耳的汽笛,我看见了你幽幽的瞳孔里, When I first met you, you were put in a small cardboard box, covered with grief, eyes showing a sad, you stare at me, issued a strange voice, “Gollum”, exposing Spiky teeth. You bow deliberately, as if to look tall on your lean body. But you seem to be wounded, some unsteady, with the scar left by other cats. You are abandoned, in this chilly night. Wanton wind blew around the thin figure, the door coming and going whistling and passing cars, with a burst of harsh whistle, I saw your faint pupil,