Grandma raised a small tabby cat, the first time I saw it, it is a even walk is not stable kitten baby. Today, when I saw it again, I hardly know it, it has grown up, and the color has become beautiful, it used to be like the color of soil, not good-looking. Now it can change greatly, its face is white, four claws are white, under the neck and belly is white. Its head, ears, back and tail are black and yellow, just like a beautiful little tiger.
Today is Sunny, small tabby cat is squinting his eyes, lazily basking in the Sun. I quietly walked to the small tabby cat behind, the footsteps so light, or it was found. He looked back at me and let out a soft cry. “MEOW!” I crouched down and mimicked his voice. “MEOW!”“MEOW, meow!” He responded twice, in a soft, soft voice. “He must know you!” said his sister, who was standing aside. I also think the tabby cat must recognize me. I found a brush, going to brush the cat's hair, at first it also wanted to run, probably a little afraid of me. After combing a few times, tabby cat actually sat down, obediently let me comb. Then the tabby cat directly lying on the ground, squinting eyes, very enjoy the appearance.
I like this beautiful and gentle little tabby cat. Do you like it?
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