The dark sewage flowed slowly in the channel, dampening the big cat's legs and fur, but it remained as indifferent as an old monk in meditation.
"Brother Qing Fan, why is it sitting in the water? Aren't cats supposed to hate water?" Lin Wanning asked, puzzled.
Zhang Yiyi also looked at him, feeling that Xu Qingfan, with his wisdom, must have an answer.
"It probably knows it's about to die, so it's too lazy to move." Xu Qingfan explained.
"Ah?" The two little girls opened their mouths in surprise.
"Many small animals can sense their impending death. When they're about to die, they find a corner to stay in, quietly waiting for death to arrive." Xu Qingfan recalled how the big yellow cat at Lianhua Courtyard had eaten rat poison, thinking it was going to die, and had hidden in a hole outside to wait for death quietly. It was later found by neighbors and taken to the veterinary hospital for treatment, where it eventually recovered.
