记忆的长河里,常常飞过一道洁白的身影,瞬间即逝。哦,想起来了,是它,一只美丽的小白猫。每当想起它,我的心中就会充满了歉意.二年级的一天,妈妈不知从哪儿抱来一只雪白的猫。从此,我和猫成了形影不离的好朋友。放学了,第一个迎接我的就是小猫,老远看见我的影子,就跑过来咬住我的裤脚,连蹦带跳;吃饭了,它静静地趴在我的脚下,或者趴到我的身上;做作业时,它悄悄跳上桌子,伏在案边,趁 The memory of the river, often flying over a white figure, an instant fleeting. Oh, think of it, is it, a beautiful little white cat. My heart was full of apologies when I remembered it, and in the second year, my mom did not know where to hug a white cat. Since then, I and cats have become inseparable good friends. After school, the first one to meet me was a kitten. When I saw my shadow all the way, I ran over to bite my trousers and bounced. After dinner, I was lying quietly under my feet or lying on My body; homework, it quietly jumped onto the table, volt the edge of the case, to take advantage of