一我站在客厅的一角,看着搬家公司的人将家具一件件地搬走,看着小主人的父母关上大门,我孤独地一遍一遍地唤着小主人的名字,可是没有人理我。是啊,谁会在意我这只小小的黑猫呢!被抛弃了呀,我自嘲地想道,然后灵巧地跳上窗台,回头,向这个曾经带给我温暖的地方看最后一眼,带 As soon as I stood in the corner of the drawing-room, watching the moving company move the piece of furniture one by one, looking at the little master’s parents and closing the door, I lonely called again and again the name of the little master, but no one took charge of me . Yeah, who cares about my little black cat? Being abandoned, I thought for a while, then deftly jumping onto the window sill, looking back and looking at the last spot that once gave me the warmth.