It is said that "the greatest pain of human beings comes from comparing each other", so for cats, will they compare? Will they envy each other because of their different backgrounds and living environments?
My biggest feeling about stray cats was that they were difficult to ensure their food and drink, they had no place to sleep, and it was difficult to keep warm during the cold weather.
But at least you won't worry about them starving to death.
Because in my impression, cats have at least their ancestral hunting skills. Whether they are mice or birds, they can always rely on their abilities to catch big meals or meat. Even being able to be free and unrestrained in the wild can be called a free and easy life.
It was not until I saw the stray cat and the pet cat in the same frame with my own eyes that I could clearly feel how big the gap between them was.
Outside the glass is a stray cat with dirty, skinny, and even no temperament; inside the glass is a pet cat with sunlight, lying on a clean floor, playing with high-end toys, eating imported cat food, smooth and bright hair, refreshing and energetic eyes, strong and plump figure, elegant and noble temperament.
A transparent glass is separated by two incompatible worlds. Pet cats cannot understand the days when they have to find a meal and water for a long time and fight to obtain them; stray cats cannot imagine the feeling of eating, sleeping, playing, and being served.
I think it is different from humans, at least it does not understand the so-called class, and it may not be able to catch up with this gap in its entire life.
But the moment I saw their eyes, I knew I was wrong. Although they were simple in their minds and did not understand the natural laws of class when they were born, I understood the envy that their eyes showed.
Stray cats: "Why are they so clean? Why do they lie in a small house and a shed, which will not be drenched by the rain or blown by the wind. Their bowls are all so beautiful. Is there food inside? What a big bowl full of it? What's the taste!"
Yes, the eyes were filled with doubts and curiosity, and the envy and nostalgia, and they wandered outside the window for a long time, unwilling to leave.
I think they must be envious. Most of them are children without mothers, and they may not even have seen their mothers after they were born. I never know what it feels like to be spoiled, what it feels like to be caressed, and what it feels like to be lying in my master's arms.
They try their best to live for the rest of their lives