My British shorthair baby is gray and sweet.
My husband’s friend borrowed money from him. The money is not coming back. This friend runs a cattery, so he returned the money with a cat… Emm, you owe a debt and you pay the cat back.
When the baby first came back
, he was very small, wearing his Elizabethan collar. My friend said that he caught a cold after the long journey, and he was crying. He had been in the pet store for two days and had to take him for injections for a few more days. He
didn’t know how to eat yet. My husband held him and fed him some small fish sticks with a syringe. At first, he couldn’t even lick it. He opened his mouth and stuffed it in. I laughed…
I thought he would be shy and keep crying when he just arrived in a new environment. However, even with his sick body… he could still run a few steps behind people… The rest of the time, he would lie on the gray carpet with his butt facing you, and perfectly blend into the carpet.
At that time, I thought, what a gentle, kind and sensible kitten this is… Haha… Liar…
The baby has a sweet and lovely sleeping posture. I want to kiss him.
Took him to the pet store for injections and medical treatment (by the way, the origin of all his illnesses was because he went to the pet store for a checkup, and then was told that his white blood cell count was low… Well, as a people’s doctor, I always feel that statements like low white blood cell count is a problem, just like cervical erosion is a disease and is unreliable. However, the injection had already been given, and tears started flowing because of the side effects. What could I do but… continue.
Prepared to switch from fish sticks to cat food, but the cat food was too big and he didn’t know how to eat it, so my husband pressed the cat food for him. What a happy baby (me and the cat)…
On the way back from taking him to the doctor, he was almost recovered at this time, so I let him see the outside world.
At this time, one of his eyes was inflamed, and it couldn’t stop his restless heart.
Maybe I clicked the wrong skill point, and he started to pounce on anything he saw.
In the process of recovery, he also slowly learned to go to the toilet. At the beginning, he always had shit all over his butt, and his body smelled every day. Then every time he went to the toilet, my husband and I secretly observed him. He liked to face his butt towards us. Maybe he was shy… Until one time, I found that he knew to lift his butt and tail when he pooped, and he knew to dig a deep hole after he was done to bury his excrement… I was ecstatic.
Because he was too young, I didn’t want to take him to the bath, and then he slowly licked his fur clean. Hey, at this time I can still hug him, and lie in my arms for a while.
I was tired of playing and started to sleep. Look at this belly. I overate during that period. I was worried every day that he would eat me out of money… After all, I’m just an intern doctor⚕️Hahaha (Poor medical student, I advise people to study medicine, God bless you)
Because we were at my husband’s parents’ house, well, because we weren’t married yet, we called them uncle and aunt. When the baby first came home, his name was Dollar. My uncle said we should give him a more Chinese name. My aunt said let’s call him Fortune. My uncle said no because it was too rustic, so let’s call him Gray. Hahaha (To be honest, I think Gray is also…) But a cat with a down-to-earth name is easier to raise, so we named him Gray!
Then every morning, I could hear my uncle talking to Gray in the living room, “Your name is Gray, do you know? You’re not called Dollar, you’re called Gray… Hahaha, my husband said he was drunk, hahaha,
and then my aunt was a little afraid of cats, so she bought him a cage, a three-story villa. Gray has a special liking for hammocks, and he will lock it up when he sleeps at night, and he is basically outside during the day.
Maybe it was the three-story villa that gave him the skill of climbing up and down, and from then on, Gray has been a It is the only cat we can’t touch… Whenever you reach out your hand, he will lie down, show his claws, and play with you…
There were a few days when I was almost crying because I was so angry. Huihui is no longer the obedient Huihui who lets people pet him. What’s the use of a cat that doesn’t let people pet him…
A few days passed, and Huihui may have felt my sadness and stopped stretching his claws when playing. You can feel his meow fist carefully, and the claws that hit him are all small meat pads.
But maybe he has started to grow teeth and bite people instead. With his mouth open and his little teeth showing, do you think you are cute like this!!
Yes… He
bites whatever he sees, and then bites people, making you a stray cat.
My husband is keen on playing kisses, hugs, and lifting him up with him recently.
As for our Huihui, he will quarrel with him if he doesn’t agree with him. Look at the little claws that are showing.
Huihui doesn’t like to call very much, except when he wants to eat, he will call a little twice. My husband doesn’t have much experience in raising cats, maybe he has seen too many cats on Douyin. I asked the friend who had the cat why the cat didn’t meow? The friend replied, “Why do you have to make the cat meow?” I laughed.
Attached are two photos of the Chinese rural cats raised by my grandmother. I really grew up with cats… I have sent away two cats since they were small, and this is the third one I am raising. It turns out that I don’t have to worry about the cat’s eating, drinking,
defecating or urinating. I am only responsible for petting it, so I feel that raising a cat is very simple. Huihui is my fourth cat, and I took care of it myself. Now I feel that raising a cat is like raising a son. Let’s take it as a warm-up for having a baby in the future~
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