My kitten has accompanied me to write a composition since I was a child, which can test a person's writing ability. Composition is composed of words and phrases in series, which can prevent thinking from becoming rigid. The writing technique of the composition is not a headache. Here are the kittens I grew up with.

The kitten grew up with me. Every day when I come home from school, the kitten is always the first to pounce on me, as if to say, "Little master, you are back!" " I miss you! I am also very happy: "kitten, I am back, you have come to welcome me!" " ""At this moment, the kitten nodded like a human. It seems that my relationship with it is unusual!

I remember once, when the kitten saw me coming back, she ran to my side and rubbed my feet with her back. Maybe it's itchy! I'll just let it rub!

After drinking a cup of tea, the kitten stopped rubbing and ran to a corner to eat. After eating, she stretched herself and walked out with measured steps. At this time, I just finished my homework and played with the kitten at home. Suddenly, a good idea occurred to me: tie a red cloth belt on the rope, Doby kitten. Hey, hey, just do it. I found a rope, tied a red cloth belt at one end of the rope and tied a fast knot. In this way, the red cloth belt will not be torn.

I took the rope tied with red cloth and waved it in front of the kitten, like a Spanish matador, trying to attract the kitten's attention, but it didn't move. I waved it again, but the kitten still didn't move. I'm not discouraged. I have a new plan. I put the rope on the ground, straight, and after a while, I slowly moved my hand to the edge of the rope, grabbed the end of the rope with one hand and shook it gently. Sure enough, hard work pays off! The kitten was finally attracted. It keeps fluttering, haha, you are finished! I had a good time with the kitten. After playing for a long time, the kitten may be tired and walk back to the nest. I also reluctantly walked into my study.

Another time, I accidentally fell down, scraped my skin and shed some blood. He ran to look at me, as if to say, "little master, are you all right?" Are you hurt? " Whenever this happens, I will hold her in my arms and touch her gently. Kittens are like a panacea. The wound doesn't hurt any more. It will be all right in a few days.

I am very grateful to her-kitten. She grew up with me and brought me happiness.

The kitten grew up with me. I am a wayward girl with a very bad temper. My parents often call me "Female Zhang Fei". But one thing changed my impetuous character in Mao Mao.

I remember that it was the summer of a year ago, and my neighbor gave me a black and white Xiaohua Mall, which was very beautiful. From a distance, it is new or strange here. It always hides. Every time I call it, it always looks at me in fear, as if afraid that I will eat it. At night, I put the ashes on the bed with a dustpan and tied them on the legs of the bed. Soon, we got to know each other. It often plays with me, and I often tease it with a rope to make it catch up. We are very happy together!

Somehow, this is how God plays tricks on people, and unfortunate things happen soon. ...

One night, I thought the kitten would not run away, so I let it go and let it sleep in the bed with me. However, it is always dishonest. One minute it jumped to the head of the bed, and one minute later it jumped to the end of the bed. I put it under the bed, but it scratched me with its little paws. I was really angry and shouted, "smelly cat, you want to die!" " "I grabbed it and pressed it on my hand, and soon fell asleep. By two o'clock in the morning, I felt the bed was wet. I think this kitten is really hateful. How dare she pee in my bed? See what I can do to you. As soon as I turned on the light, the sight in front of me stunned me. The kitten's mouth is slightly open, her eyes are half open and half closed, and there are tears in the corners of her eyes. I pulled it over, but it still didn't move. Oh, my God, the kitten is dead! I crushed it to death! But I don't want to believe this fact. I sat on the bed and put the kitten on my lap. I put my head on its chest and listened to its heartbeat. I feel its breath with my hands! I really heard its heartbeat and felt its breath. I have been lying to myself. The kitten is just sleeping, just sleeping. It didn't die, it didn't die ... but tears blurred my eyes until my parents were awakened by my crying and got up to persuade me, but I wouldn't let go. Until dawn, the kitten's body became cold and stiff, and I promised to bury the kitten.

Lovely kitten, I'm sorry. In order not to let similar tragedies happen again, I will never forget it. Now I have bid farewell to willfulness and recklessness and enhanced my sense of caution.