I didn’t regret raising a ragdoll cat

I didn’t regret raising a ragdoll cat

because I didn’t expect many things. But I did expect many things.

I had a cat for several years before. It was a beautiful pure white long-haired female cat with a very bad temper (it looked very much like the Linqing lion cat posted on the Internet), so I thought I knew a lot about raising cats. Because ragdolls are known to have a good temper and a beautiful face, I have always wanted to raise a ragdoll. I waited in line at Dalili for almost a year, and just brought back a four-month-old blue twin brother yesterday. This is the photo Dalili sent me.

Then, within five minutes of coming out of the cage at home, the little guy who was sniffing around the house found a small gap between the stove and the cabinet that I had never known before, and ran in and didn’t come out for almost half the night. . . No wonder his ancestors can catch mice. This ability to find holes is no less than that of mice.

Finally, when the master came out, I blocked the hole, and then hid under the sofa for a day without coming out, not eating or drinking, but running to the cat shit bowl halfway to poop a lot. Then the hair on the soles of its feet came out with its poop, and it stepped on the ground with poop in all directions, which was so frustrating… To be honest, the big cats I had before had bad tempers, but they never made cat litter and feces everywhere. This situation is beyond my understanding…

It’s like this for now, but this cat is really docile. If you take it out and hold it, it won’t scratch, bite or struggle. But if you let go, it will run back under the sofa. It hasn’t eaten for a day now, and I’m a little worried.

Pretend I’m the dividing line…

It has been more than four months since I got home, and its claws have never been trimmed. Except for the first time I washed it, it was never scratched seriously. In addition, it was cut by its claws about two or three times. The little guy is really well-behaved. He doesn’t show his claws even when he is being held and doesn’t want to struggle.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless, like a grilled prawn

that stole my breakfast, and then because of lactose intolerance, it had a very smelly poop, which suffocated me.

Enchanting sleeping posture

. Recently, I believed in the cult of raw meat and bones. This guy can eat four chicken wings + a small package of yogurt, or a boiled egg + six shrimps + a small package of yogurt in one meal. Suddenly I found that he has a bigger appetite than me. Does eating cat food mean that he has a big appetite?

He has good teeth

and still tries to steal eggs.

All for the sake of cheating!