Before I met him, I was afraid of animals because I had a trauma. when I was little, I have been bitten by a dog. Since then I've hurt badly, so I've avoid all of animals with teeth.
In summer of 2017, I visited my grandmother's house. as soon as I got out of the car, a cat approached me. I was surprised and I froze on the spot. unfortunately, there is no one who could help me.
The cat came up to me slowly, being gentle. After he came to my feet, he began to rub his head against my feet and legs. When I didn't react, he meowed and hovered around. Finally, my father came back with his luggage and found me frozen. Then the cat ran to my father and acted cute.
So I plucked up and squatted down. Then, the cat came up to me soon and showed me its belly. After a few strokes, the cat soon began to follow me. Since then we have become friends. Ever since I found out that the cat is a street cat, I have been feeding every time I visit my grandmother's house. My grandmother is doing it for me when I can't take care of it. Contrary to what I expected, the cat, even though it was an animal, knew how I felt and made me happy. I named the cat 'Mango,' because I've seen many scenes of the cat in a mango fruit box.
It's been a while since I've seen him, so I'm thinking of visiting him once the midterm is over. Through this experience, I learned the sense of stability given by animals and how to communicate with animals. Maybe Mango and I will be best friends for a long time:)
Thank you for reading.
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