We are a relatively remote small town, with road planning in the past few years. A large area has been demolished and built into roads and parks. I am from that community, and after renting a house for a few years, I have moved to a new house now. Sometimes I still go for a walk in that park, where there is a "old acquaintance" of mine.

I took off on the weekend today, picked up the familiar bag, packed the water and food prepared in advance, went for a walk in the park, and met my old friend. The rest path is covered with green plants, and it is not that hot. As I walked, I looked into the jungle, under the benches and the tables.

So you are here. I saw the stray cat. Some people knew what it was, and no one named it, or had a name, but with the demolition and reconstruction here, it has been forgotten by everyone. I always call it "Mimi". Mimi squinted her eyes under the sun and lay lazily in the sculpture's arms. I walked over, and Mimi's expression was still so lazy. When he saw me coming, it immediately sat up and poked his head at me. I took out the prepared basin and food bowl and placed it next to me.

The statue of the young man, a man and a woman, sits together. The cold statue is warm by the sun, as if it is a real person resting here. "Mimi, come down to have a meal," I said as I reached out to touch Mimi's head, it was very gentle. He jumped down all of a sudden, ate water and cat food, looked at me from time to time, and meowed.

I reached out and touched the statue, which was warm, as if it was a human body temperature. Mimi's life experience is not good. She was born as a stray cat. Fortunately, someone took these cats in the dilapidated community at that time. Mimi was no exception and was captured and raised by a family. It was just that during the period of the city's reconstruction, it was thrown out, allowing Mimi to wander again...

"Mimi, you always lie in the arms of this sculpture, do you miss your former owner or have the warmth of home?" I think so here. My breasts, which were full and full of food, were circling around me, rubbing my little head against my legs. After a while, my breasts jumped on my legs and entered my arms and fell asleep.

Mimi likes me very much. I wanted to take him home several times, but Mimi ran out. After all, it wants to live here, and I can't force it. It is never seen in the cat nest that is given to it, and I don’t know where the Mimi lives every night, alas.

I asked to the breast in my arms, "It's been three years, how many more do you have to wait for three years." Mimi seemed to not understand, but just yawned and continued to fall asleep, making a whirring sound. I will try my best to help you, I hope you are happy, my mother.