In a bustling corner of the city, there was a pure black stray cat. One day, as the sun cast its rays on the bus terminal, I happened to spot it. It was curled up alone in a corner, its eyes reflecting a longing for life. Filled with compassion, I decided to start feeding it during my commutes. I placed it by the station, and every day as I approached the stop with my bus, it would watch me from a distance, as if waiting for its friend.
This bus route was busy and long, with fourteen buses crisscrossing every corner of the city. Yet, this little cat miraculously recognized only my bus. Whenever my bus slowly pulled into the stop, it would nimbly jump on board, treating the bus as its mobile home. Our bond grew stronger each day, and during that period, it became the brightest part of my work.
Day after day, I fed it by the roadside for half a year. Gradually, it grew stronger and its eyes sparkled with vitality. One day, I finally decided to bring it home and give it a real home. Under my care, it lived a happy life, enjoying warmth and affection every day.
However, I often wonder if it still remembers those days of wandering. Does it recall the bus that accompanied it daily? Perhaps in its heart, that experience has become a precious memory. After all, in the world of cats, such a unique journey is truly rare.
This cat, now, has become a cat with a story. Its resilience and wisdom deeply impress me, and the time spent with it has become the most beautiful memory in my heart.
