He Xiu Ying’s Cat

He Xiu Ying was an old lady. Every mealtime, she loved to call out, “Mimi, it’s time to eat.”

A group of my followers behind me asked, “Brother Biao, why does she call you Mimi?”

I was annoyed and said, “Whoever asks this question will die!”

Later, as she lay on the hospital bed, her wrinkled face turning ashen, she struggled to call me, “Mimi.”

My follower was puzzled, “Brother Biao, why does this old lady still call you Mimi?”

I raised my paw gently and said, “She was my grandma.”