一前一晚,杂姓湾的猫们折腾了一夜。大大小小的猫约好了似的,在同一个时间一起发情。叫春的猫们,从村东头叫到西头,从树上叫到树下,从房顶叫到墙根,凄婉的叫声比一段凄婉的爱情还要悲痛欲绝,此起彼伏的叫声,划破夜空,如同夏夜里的流星拖着长长的尾巴。平常无比温驯的猫,疯了似的到处乱窜,撕咬、打斗之声不绝于耳,好像错过了这一良辰美景就得断子绝孙,就得抱恨终天。那只大腹便便的公猫,原本鬼火一般蓝幽幽的眼 One night before, surnamed Bay cats toss all night. The cats, big and small, make an appointment and get estrus together at the same time. Called spring cats, called from the east village head to the west, called from the tree to the tree, called from the roof of the wall, sadly crying more than a sad sad love, one after another cry, draw Broken night sky, like the summer night meteor trailing long tail. Usually very tame cats, crazy like scurrying everywhere, bite, fights endless, as if missing the beauty of this good night must have broken children, you have to hate the end. That potbellied male cat, the original witch fire blue blue faint eyes