在我成长的十一年中,对猫的看法一直在变,时而害怕,时而喜欢,时而讨厌,时而恋恋不舍。年幼时的我,对猫的记忆更多的是恐惧和厌恶,这不光源于夜晚窗外传来的猫那凄厉的叫声,更源于我的一段恐怖经历。记得那是一个春天的晚上,我和妈妈遛弯回家,楼道里的灯坏了,显得黑默默的, In my eleven years of growing up, the perception of cats has been changing, sometimes scared, sometimes like, sometimes annoying, sometimes reluctantly. When I was young, my memory of cats was more of fear and disgust, not only from the shrill cry of cats coming out of the night window, but also from my horrifying experience. I remember it was a spring night, my mother and I walked home, the lights in the corridor is broken, it seems black silent,