我是一只猫。准确来说,我是一只黑猫。我在街角见到了另一只黑猫,矫健,有力,一如我当初。我淡淡地注视着它,看它,也在审视着过去的自己。今天一位衣着光鲜的男人抱了它回家,我悄悄跟在他们身后,踩着自己特有的节奏,看那个男人逗弄着它,听它小声喵喵地叫着,熟悉着那个男人身上的气味。“None……以后你就叫None了好不好?”我跃上那家矮墙,慵懒 I am a cat. Accurately speaking, I am a black cat. I saw in the corner another black cat, vigorous, powerful, as I had. I stare at it faintly, looking at it, is also looking at the past myself. Today, a well-dressed man hugged it home, I quietly followed behind them, stepping on their own unique rhythm, watching the man tease it, listen to it whispered meow, familiar with the man’s body odor . “None ...... After you called None good?” "I leaned to the low wall, lazy