The place where I cut in line and settled is very close to the border between China and Myanmar. Every Sunday, the border people of the two countries gather under the old banyan tree on the border with vegetables, melons and fruits, chickens and ducks, and cattle and sheep, and exchange things for things. People jokingly call it a transnational bazaar.
On this day, I went to the market under the old banyan tree and wanted to buy a purebred Myanmar Deqin Shepherd. This kind of dog is of Tibetan mastiff origin, with strong physique, slender limbs, fast running speed, strong endurance and sensitive response, and is especially suitable for herding sheep in mountainous areas. I am the shepherd in the stockade, and I am responsible for stocking more than 1 goats in the stockade. I used to have a sheepdog named Fanti, a yellow dog. It's ten years old, and I've lost two teeth. It should have been eliminated long ago. I walked around the collection, but unfortunately, I didn't see anyone selling Deqin sheepdogs. This kind of dog has a low reproductive rate, a limited number, rare things are precious, and the price is high, so it is not possible to buy it whenever you want. I was about to go home, when suddenly, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back and a flower cloth wrapped around his head grabbed my arm and mumbled something in Burmese, but I didn't understand a word. He pointed his finger at his foot. I saw that he had no shoes, and his right foot was wrapped in gauze, oozing a piece of blood and sticking to the sand, which was disgusting. Obviously, he is telling me that he walked barefoot on the mountain road and cut his foot by stones or thorns. Then, he took out a lump of black stuff from the bamboo basket, pointed to my foot again, and made a gesture of exchange. I happened to wear a pair of brand-new rubber shoes this day. I understand that he is going to exchange that lump of black stuff in his hand for those new rubber shoes on my feet. I glanced at the black mass crawling in his hand, like a little black cat. To be honest, there are many people who keep cats in the stockade. A pack of cheap cigarettes can be exchanged for a kitten. This business is not attractive to me. But the old man's temples were gray, and he stood on tiptoe with the injured foot, and he hissed at the same time while talking. It seems that he was badly hurt. In this state, he can no longer walk home barefoot from the mountain path covered with gravel and thorns. I couldn't help feeling pity. I took off my new rubber shoes and handed them to him. I took the little black cat in his hand and went home barefoot.
In my humble thatched cottage next to the sheepfold, rats often make trouble. Keeping a cat can also come in handy.
A few days after the baby black cat was born, the umbilical cord was still wet, and his eyes were half open and half closed. Food is not a problem. You can always find a ewe with cubs in the sheepfold and squeeze half a bowl of hot goat's milk to feed it. But I know that the kitten must stay with the mother cat for at least 2 days after birth before it can be adopted. Otherwise, it is very likely to die. Because newborn kittens need the mother cat's meticulous care: they are afraid of the cold, and they should curl up in the mother cat's arms at night and rely on the mother cat's body temperature to keep warm; Their skin is delicate, bitten by mosquitoes and flies or other parasites, and they are prone to blisters and sores. The mother cat should always lick her fur with her tongue to relieve inflammation and itching and prevent skin ulceration. They don't urinate by themselves. When their bellies swell, the mother cat has to lick their * * with her tongue before they can excrete, otherwise she will be suffocated by the shit. This is not a job that I can do. It seems that the only way to keep the little black cat alive is to entrust it to the old bitch Van Gogh.
When Van Gogh was young, he gave birth to three puppies, all of which were brought up by him, and he has rich experience in raising puppies. The feeding process of puppies and kittens is similar. Most importantly, Van Gogh is a kind-hearted bitch, unlike some narrow-minded bitches who only love their own flesh and blood and have the psychology of rejecting puppies that are not their own. Van Gogh is kind by nature and has a little spirit of fraternity. When she sees a lost puppy on the road, she will run to lick its forehead and escort it back to her mother. In fact, Van Gogh once had the experience of raising a kitten. Half a year ago, an old hunter, Polly's yellow cat, ate rat poison by mistake two days after giving birth, and died, leaving a pair of children in danger. Polly borrowed the old Vatican to raise two kittens. The old Van Gogh performed very well, and raised two kittens just like her own children and daughters. So I think it's not a problem to give the little black cat to the old Vatican to take care of it.
unexpectedly, things didn't go smoothly.
I fed the little black cat warm goat's milk with a bottle, then put it in the kennel and stuffed it into the arms of the old Vatican. I patted the old Vatican on the neck and told it to take care of the little black cat. He understood what I meant and stirred up a sharp nose kiss to smell the little black cat. I know that mammals recognize their enemies and friends by their noses. Two dogs will smell each other when they meet, just as we humans always ask each other's names when we meet strangers. According to past experience, after smelling the little black cat's body, the old Vatican will look at me and bark softly, indicating that it is willing to accept the task I gave it. But this time, the tip of the nose just touched the little black cat. Lying on the ground, it suddenly jumped up like a spring, with wide eyes and vertical tail. It whined and barked at the little black cat, looking like an enemy. "Stop it and get down!" I pointed my finger at its forehead and scolded with a straight face. When I do this at ordinary times, it will unconditionally obey my instructions, whether it is running wild or in a mood, and obediently curl up at my feet. But this time, it turned a deaf ear to my instructions and kept barking. "hey!" I drank more harshly and kicked it in the ass. It let out a cry, jumped out of the kennel from my crotch, and ran around the yard, barking and howling as if the end of the world was coming. Dogs have a keen sense of smell and can distinguish subtle odor differences; Dogs are also very smart, and can accurately distinguish which animals are domestic animals and which animals are wild. On the shore of Peacock Lake behind the stockade, there are both domestic ducks that are stocked and wild ducks that often fly in to join in the fun. There is little difference in body shape between domestic ducks and wild ducks in Xishuangbanna, and the coat color is similar. It is nothing more than that domestic ducks are a little fatter, with weak wings and can't fly, while wild ducks are a little thinner, with strong wings, and can soar in the blue sky. However, it is not easy for a professional duck farmer to recognize which ducks are domestic ducks and which ducks are wild at a glance when both the domestic ducks and the wild ducks stop on the lakeside grass and mix together. But dogs can't make mistakes. All dogs chase ducks that bite are 1% wild ducks.
Because of these characteristics of dogs, the abnormal behavior of the old Van Gogh surprised me, and I couldn't help asking questions about the origin of the little black cat. Just then, the old hunter Polly came back to me to borrow kerosene, so I dragged him to the kennel and asked him to help me find out. Polly has been wandering in the mountains for decades, and has been dealing with wild animals for most of his life. He is familiar with all kinds of birds and animals and can be called an expert in zoology. He picked up the little black cat, only looked at it and said with certainty, "This is a little panther!" " Seeing that I didn't quite believe it, he explained to me, "Look, it's bigger than a cat cub, its tail is longer than a cat cub, its ears are round and hard, and its eye distance is wider than a cat cub. I won't lie to you. It's really a little panther."
what a pleasant surprise! I thought it was not worth the loss to exchange a pair of new rubber shoes for a little black cat, which was a charitable act. Unexpectedly, I made a good deal with huge profits! Of course, a mountain leopard is more valuable than a domestic cat. A good mountain leopard skin can be exchanged for at least 1 pairs of new rubber shoes. Panthers, in particular, are few in number, and only one or two of the 1 leopards can mutate into panthers or Bai Bao, which is even more precious. God was merciful and dropped a delicious pie from the sky for me!
I immediately put a layer of soft straw in the kennel to prevent my little panther from frostbite; And mend the hole in the fence to prevent the nasty weasel from getting in and biting the defenceless little panther.
Of course, the most important thing is to let the old Brahma give up her prejudices and accept the little panther. I know, the reason why the old Brahma barked at the little black panther was that she smelled the beast in the mountains. Many years ago, when the old Van Gogh was herding sheep, he met a leopard who just wanted to sneak up on the sheep. In the process of fighting with the leopard, he was scratched by the sharp leopard claws, and he can still see the pink scar when he opened the hair on his back. The smell of the panther awakened the sleeping memory of the old Brahma. Out of fear and hatred for the mountain leopard, out of loyalty and sincerity to the master, it warned me that the fierce leopard was just around the corner with a cry!
I know it's done out of animal instinct and good intentions, but I'm going to force it to accept the little black cat as the old hunter Polly taught me-this is my cash cow! I picked up the old Vatican and came to the little panther. I smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Look, old Vatican, you are my pet, and this little guy is my baby. You have the same owner and should be best friends!" I believe that the old Brahma, who has been with me for many years, can understand my heart from my kind smile and gentle tone. Then, I freed my right hand and picked up the little panther. The eyes of the old Brahma immediately slipped in horror, and she wanted to scream as soon as she stretched her neck. I quickly pressed its head and put my knee against its mouth to stop it from screaming. Then, I slowly sent the little black panther to the old Vatican and sent it before its nose kiss. Polly, an old hunter, told me that the old Brahma must get used to and be familiar with the smell of the little panther. For mammals, strange smells will produce hostility, while familiar smells can eliminate hostility. The old Brahma struggled and twisted, trying to escape from my arms. I held it tightly with my arm so that it could not escape. It trembled and whined, and it looked very painful, as if it were being tortured. I don't care if it hurts, move the little panther closer and closer. When I moved the little black panther about half a foot away from its mouth, it was forced to bite when it opened its mouth. I was ready and quickly stuffed my index finger into its mouth. I am its owner, and of course it can't bite any more. The smell of the little black panther kept drilling into the old Vatican's nose. His eyes turned white and he held his breath, as if I were filling it with gas. Hey, you're not a whale. How long can you hold your breath? I did Sarah laugh in my heart, and simply put the little panther on the dog's mouth. After about a minute, the old Brahma finally couldn't hold back, took a deep breath like a groan, and sucked all the smell of the little panther into her stomach ... After repeating this several times, the old Brahma gradually got used to the special smell of the little panther, and stopped barking and howling.
Then, according to the instructions of the old hunter Polly, I fed two bowls of broth to the old Vatican, making its belly swell like a ball. It soon couldn't help it and peed. I took a few drops of urine from the old Brahma with a bamboo leaf and poured it on the little panther. This is called smell recognition, and the smell of the old Brahma is smeared on the little black panther. This is called smell recognition, which smears the smell of the old Brahma on the little panther, and its significance is equivalent to giving him another name when human society adopts a child. Then, I put a few drops of my urine on the little black panther. I am the master of the old Brahma, and my smell is the most familiar, intimate and authoritative in its olfactory world. With my smell on the little panther, the old Brahma will not hurt it, but will protect it and take care of it.
Of course, it is inevitable to use food seduction to make the old Brahma treat the little panther as if she were raising her own child. Practice has proved that food lure is the most practical and effective way for human beings to domesticate and train animals.
I didn't give the old Vatican anything to eat for a whole day. When its belly was about to collapse, I fried a pot of hot kung pao chicken and deliberately ate it in front of it. His mouth was full of saliva, so I put the little panther in his arms. Once he licked the little panther, I gave him a delicious piece of chicken. He used his tongue to help the little panther defecate once, so I generously gave him a spoonful of chicken. After repeated many times, it produced a conditioned reflex: you must love and take care of this little panther in order to get the appreciation of the owner and get material rewards.
In just three days, the old Brahma tried to bury the hatchet, accepted the little black panther like other small animals, and played the role of foster mother.
In the common people's mind, it is always believed that a mammal's maternal love is an instinct. Once it gives birth, it will love its own flesh and blood without reservation and ask for nothing in return. Just like the maternal love code in the genetic genes of female animals, it will not change at any time and under any conditions.
the study of animal behavior shows that this is a misunderstanding.
Yes, animal's maternal love is indeed inherited. After a mother gives birth to her cub, she knows how to peel off the afterbirth, how to lick the amniotic fluid from her cub, how to breastfeed her cub, and so on. However, this innate maternal love is by no means static, and it will become strong or weak with the changes of time and environment. Motherly love, like other types of emotions, is both innate and acquired, which requires emotional communication and the response of cubs. Therefore, mammals will behave very likable, smart, lively and naughty, naive or obedient in their infancy ... in order to win the favor of the mother beast. Even a proud tiger will make all kinds of moves to please the tigress at a young age. This is a kind of compensation and encouragement necessary for maternal love in the animal world. The cubs show attachment to the mother, and coquetry in front of the mother will make the mother appreciate the joy of being a mother, and make the mother feel that her hardships have been rewarded accordingly, so as to take care of the cubs more diligently and carefully. Field observation shows that the more lively and lovely the cubs are, the more willing the mother is to prolong the time of feeding the cubs and behave more kindly and affectionately. On the other hand, weak, dull and stupid cubs are less cared for and loved by the mother, and they may be abandoned by the mother when the enemy invades or food is scarce.
I found that when I was young, the mountain leopard seemed to be more clever and better at winning the heart of the mother than dogs, kittens, lambs and calves.
When the old Brahma licks the little panther's fur, the little one will crouch, babble and roll around, as if to say to the old Brahma, "You lick me so comfortably. You are really my good mother. I really appreciate you!" When the cool wind blows, the old Brahma puts her in her arms. She will stick her tender little face on her belly, rub it gently and constantly, and make a whispering sound like a dream, as if to say, "My mother's arms are warmer than a fireplace, safer than a harbor, and my mother's arms are the best cradle of my childhood!" Every time the old Brahma wants to leave the kennel, the little guy will lift his face piteously, whine and crawl as if he is reluctant to part with it. It will send the old Vatican to the door of the kennel and watch the old Vatican go away with expectant eyes, as if to say, "Mom, I miss you now, you must come back early!" " Whenever the old Vatican went out to return home, as soon as he stepped into the yard, the little guy would stumble out of the kennel and bark, and his voice trembled with excitement. It will hug the old Brahma's leg, kiss and chew, and the old Brahma will lick its forehead. It will fall to the ground, roll over, fall and get up, and make all kinds of funny actions that a young leopard can do, as if it were performing a program to celebrate the return of the old Brahma.
reply, put it away and reply. When the old Van Gogh first took care of the little black panther, his enthusiasm was not too high. It was for my sake that he accepted the little black panther out of absolute obedience to his master's instructions. Although it is also small.