猫的午睡 · 周寅张皓

那只猫现在正趴在我的腿上。

我很小心地敲打着键盘，担心会因此而吵醒它的休息，虽然它慢慢地也习惯了薄膜键盘轻微的声响，不会再像刚开始那样，每当我按下一个键便抬起小脑袋，现在它的耳朵仍然雷达一样跟着我手的运动而左右转。它蹦到我腿上的时候，我在看书，被它打扰了我一点不生气，反而开心起来，这只猫和家人一直不亲，可能是家里总不让它跑进房间，或者是因为每当觉得它顽皮了或者做错什么事情，就会小小地敲几下它的脑袋。虽说只是小小的惩罚，但是猫终归是会害怕的，但在我这里就”放肆”许多了，跑到我腿上的时候，竟不安分地啃我的手指，后来发现我粗糙而皮厚，啃不出什么美味佳肴，于是略带灰心地任由我抚摸。我想着左手持着书，右手逗它玩，享受这神仙的快乐，但眼睛总也停不下地被它吸引住。于是虽然扫过了十几页纸，脑子里依然空荡荡的，只能作罢。但当我放下书，它却也无心和我玩乐了，先是把自己拧成麻花，翘起小脚对着屁股上的毛舔了一阵，然后放下腿，随即就变成一个浑圆的白色毛球。我实在不忍心惊动它，看书的心情又彻底被搅了，手机也离自己十万八千里（我不扔掉手机是没法看下去书的），幸好书桌上的笔记本还剩下些电，便决定写写这个小家伙吧。

虽说是只白色毛球，但是脑袋上带着一个心形的浅灰色花斑，刚刚睡去的时候，这里也是它的身体上唯一保持静止的地方，其它诸如蜷缩的腿，尾巴，弯曲成 C 的背部都在小小地起伏。从背部和脖颈之间开始慢慢地舒张，然后起伏像涟漪一样传到后背，接着是蜷着的腿，我找不到什么东西和这样接近，但是脑袋里总出现奇怪的想象——白色的心脏。虽然不是很妥贴，但是若把心脏跳动的速度放慢个十倍，那它们的动作也许会是很相似的了。，咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩吗 &》，

猫醒了，跳到了我的键盘上。

That cat is lying on my lap right now.

I tap the keyboard very carefully, afraid of waking it from its rest — though it has slowly grown used to the faint sound of the membrane keys and no longer, as it did at first, lifts its little head every time I press one. Even now its ears still swivel left and right like radar, tracking the movement of my hands. When it hopped onto my lap I was reading, and far from being annoyed at the interruption, I was pleased. This cat has never been close to my family, perhaps because it’s never allowed to run into the rooms, or because whenever it’s deemed naughty or in the wrong it gets a few light taps on the head. Small a punishment as that is, a cat is bound to be afraid; but with me it’s far more “brazen.” When it came onto my lap, it restlessly gnawed at my fingers, and only after finding my skin rough and thick — no delicacy to be had — did it, a little dispirited, resign itself to being stroked. I meant to hold the book in my left hand and tease it with my right, savoring this heavenly pleasure, but my eyes couldn’t stop being drawn to it. So although I skimmed a dozen pages, my mind stayed empty, and I gave up. Yet the moment I put the book down, it lost all interest in playing with me: first it twisted itself into a knot, cocked up a little foot and licked the fur on its rump for a while, then set the leg down and at once became a perfectly round white ball of fur. I truly couldn’t bear to disturb it, my mood for reading was thoroughly spoiled, and my phone was a world away (I can’t get through a book without throwing the phone aside) — luckily the laptop on the desk still had some charge left, so I decided to write about this little creature.

A white ball of fur it may be, but on its head it carries a heart-shaped patch of pale grey; just as it falls asleep, this is also the only part of its body that stays still, while everything else — the curled legs, the tail, the back bent into a C — rises and falls a little. The motion begins slowly between the back and the neck, then ripples across to the back like water, and on to the curled legs. I can’t find anything quite like it, but a strange image keeps surfacing in my mind — a white heart. It isn’t a perfect fit, but if you slowed a heartbeat tenfold, their movements might well look much the same.，咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩咩吗 &》，

The cat woke up, and jumped onto my keyboard.