Ragdoll cats don’t need their own kind, they need people

Ragdoll cats don’t need their own kind, they need people.

If you want to have an only child, and you only have one child, and you have enough budget to spend more than 1,500 yuan on cats every month, then ragdolls are highly recommended.

If you want to have a second child, I don’t recommend raising a ragdoll. Let me tell you about my own family.

Here is my son’s gorgeous face.

He is very clingy, very smart, and has a big head. He can open doors and lights, master your schedule, and then wake you up before five o’clock every morning.

I want to say something sweet, I said, “Old son, it’s not dawn yet, mommy, sleep a little longer…” The fat boy whimpered and said no, let me get up and pat his butt.

He eats a lot, and has a glass stomach. I used to be a shit shoveler who fed cat food, but since he tasted freeze-dried food, he went on a hunger strike. If you don’t give me freeze-dried food, I won’t eat, of course I only eat freeze-dried food.

In the end, I couldn’t resist and became a freeze-dried staple food. My son has become a money barrel.

Then there is the glass stomach. There are only two types of poop for my son William. Either it has some shapes mixed with hair balls, or it is a loose stool with soup and water.

There is no way to deal with soft stool. The doctor looked at it and said that there is nothing wrong with it. It doesn’t affect absorption, so just leave it like that! There are countless health care drugs, but none of them have obvious effects.

The result of soup and water is that there is a high probability that there will be poop on the butt hair.

Later, I was afraid that he would be lonely, so I got him a companion, a little Bombay, who also became a member of the two-child family, a little female cat. I thought that men and women working together would not be tired, and she was a little girl, so my son could give in.

Then my son, William, beat up little Bombay after she shared a food bowl with him. Little Bombay had been in my house for just over a month, and she hit her eyebrow and bled.

William is very friendly to people, but he is a green tea bitch. He is not friendly to cats at all. You may ask me, why didn’t you separate when William beat up Silly Black? I separated them during the day, and William looked meaningful. Then he beat him secretly in the middle of the night, and Silly Black’s wailing could be heard in the living room.

Later, Silly Black couldn’t stand up. I don’t know if it was because of William’s beating or because of congenital malformation. It came to my house when it was very young. When it was six or seven months old, it could not stand up on its hind legs. It had no neck and was as big as a shoe. It could only wear a diaper and became a disabled cat.

Later, Silly Black died before he was one year old, about eight months old, because his hind legs were paralyzed and he had blood.

Ragdolls don’t need their own kind, they need people.