The mission was just one line: save a twenty-jin fat orange cat. Only when I pushed open the door of that rental apartment did I realize that the entire place depended on this cat to keep even a little warmth of life alive. I brought both the cat and the silent figure in the corner home with me. The cat needed to lose weight and get treated, while the person needed food and a chance to grow. When money ran short, I rode my bike delivering takeout and searched the entire city for lost cats and dogs, saving up one job at a time. Later, I set up a cooking pot and opened a small cat-food restaurant. With a whole house full of cats and dogs and one new family member, I made sure everyone grew round and plump. The fat orange cat slimmed down and could run again. One day, he lifted his head and softly called me 'Auntie.' It turned out that saving a cat meant saving an entire family.