The story of me and animals is 200 words.
Grandma has a big cat at home. Already eight years old, equivalent to 50 years old. Obviously, it is already "grandpa". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and climbing trees on the house is not a problem.
This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.
This big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats when it sleeps, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had repented and wanted to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine. . . . . .
Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" I just can't swallow it! I'll give you something powerful. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the slacker to the ground. This time, the slacker seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. . . . . . At this moment, the slacker rolled his eyes, glanced at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if demonstrating.
This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still "brave"!
My friend gave me a puppy. I was about two months old. Its name is Xiaobai.
Because it has long white hair on its chubby body, just like wearing a thick white robe, it has a pair of big, dark and bright eyes, just like two precious stones embedded there, with a circle of black halo on its delicate nose and a little beard on its smart mouth. It's smart, cute and sometimes naughty. I like it very much, and it wants to play with me.
Xiao Bai has been my best friend since he came to our home. Every morning, I take him to run, and he always runs in front of me. Sometimes he looks back at me and runs on. Sometimes when he is tired of running, he circles around my leg. If he meets someone else's puppy, he will jump on it playfully. You bite me, I kick you, and finally he will roll together. At this time, he will be sure that his white hair will turn black. I often scold it when I get home. It squatted on the ground, and a pair of poor big eyes blinked at me, as if to say, "I was wrong, please forgive me." So I had to call water to bathe it, and it stood motionless and cooperated. I washed two pots of black water for it, and finally my little white returned to its original appearance. I dried it with a towel and shook it hard, and its hair immediately became fluffy. He looked back at me and climbed into his nest motionless. Just like a child who made a mistake, I touched its head and said gently, "Just change." Xiao Bai looked at me with his eyes open, stuck out his tongue and licked my hand, as if he understood, saying "I will correct it next time"!
This is my little white. Xiaobai makes my life full of infinite fun.