Cat
One stormy night, I heard a low meow , I searched for its exact location , As soon as I identified the ground.
It was a cattle drinking water trough .
I looked into the large water tub , And I found a little black kitten, It struggled for its life , I helped it to come out of the trough.
The kitten made a purring sound , It branded me by its sharp claws , It was scared and rushed into my house, And it meandered here and there .
It hid under wooden sofa , I put a cup of milk before it , Gradually it came and drank the milk ,
Once again, it went under the sofa .
It meowed to get my attention ,
I was not sure why I loved the soul, It licked my face and wagged its tail , I soon became an ailurophile .
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