Woo-hoo! The children are all grown up! 33, over two years old! Little Mud is one and a half years old! All good young people!
This year, I also got a boyfriend by the way … every day, “three brothers and three brothers” chased after 33 and called.
Ah! Cats are really the glue of feelings! !
……. dividing line
July 4, 2020! 33 is one year old! !
Compared with his childhood, he has grown a lot. Because it is a mixture of English short blue cat and orange, the face is round, and it looks like this when I was a child:
In addition, someone wants to see the small mud, which is short, blue and white.
Take a group photo!
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Today, I was so excited that I slapped 33 paws. He was so annoyed by me that he opened his mouth and yi teeth!
Me: “Are you going to bite me? !”
He just turned his face away with impatience, and then I patted his little paw casually, hahahahahaha.
Both of my family are fairy meows with a particularly good temper, which often makes me feel why and why.
The older one is 330 months, and the younger one is six months. So far, I have never been bitten or scratched, no matter how I cut my nails, give medicine or bathe them.
Sometimes when I get bored, I try to bite. The little mud is really touched and rubbed casually … so that every time I see it running to my feet, pia ji lies down and turns his belly over to me, I feel very calm … without any waves.
I accidentally stepped on both of them. Once I accidentally closed the toilet door and caught 33 tails. He ran away with a scream, so I rushed to apologize to him and hugged him.
Just like if you really ask: does he like me? There is such a high probability that he doesn’t like it. If a person likes you, the slightest hair will reveal this information.
Does the cat love you?
Every day, every morning, I get up and call me from across the door. Every evening, I go home and two of them rub me crazy, and the little mud follows me to which room I go. Every time I wave, they will come (interestingly, only I invite 33, 33 to come. But whether I call 33 or Little Mud, Little Mud will fart, and I will open my eyes when I call their names, or come back to see me.
Every time they take the initiative to run over to nest on my lap, on the computer, and stand on the table with their heads close to me sitting in front of the table, gently lick my hand and rub me with the tip of their noses. Every time I reach out to touch them, I immediately start snoring. I touch any part of my body, rub my stomach, pinch their faces, wrap my fingers around their tails and press their little paws. Every time I take it out to bask in the sun or go to the hospital, even if I feel uneasy, I lean against me closely and have great trust in me.
How can my cat not love me?
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Once my cat was lying on my path. I tried to cross it, but I stumbled and almost stepped on him.
Generally, cats will run away in fright, but my cat just lay there quietly and motionless, as if expecting that I wouldn’t step on it.
In fact … indeed, I quickly changed my angle and hit the wall without stepping on him …
I appreciate his trust.
Ah, I am so humble …
There is also that he has never hurt me since he was a child. No matter how I rua him, his impatience is a symbolic opening of his mouth: let go! I’m gonna bite! I really want to bite!
But never really bitten.
So I’m pampered and arrogant, and I’ll accept it when I feel good …
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