My first cat is a British shorthair blue cat

My first cat is a British shorthair blue cat.

My first cat is a British shorthair blue cat. It is a kitten born in a friend’s home. When it first came back, it didn’t eat or drink and stayed under the bed for a week. Then after it came out, it was like a member of this family. It would wait for me at the door to go home. It is not picky about food, cat litter, and likes to eat meat. It will quickly run over to rub against you when you call it. It likes to squat on people’s heads to sleep. It has to sit on its legs when going to the toilet and guard the door when taking a bath. It has a simple and honest personality, eats on time, rarely calls, doesn’t like to play, just stays in bed, takes a bath very well, and wakes up regularly at night. The only shortcoming is that it is stupid. Every time it buries shit, it will definitely get on its feet, and then it can kill me when washing its feet. Later, it went to the cat planet due to a genetic disease. I swear that I will never keep a cat again. It’s too sad and I feel empty in my heart.

Three years later, at the strong request of my family, I raised this little cutie. Its mother is an American shorthair cat, and its father is a British shorthair silver gradient cat. When we went to pick it up, we hadn’t decided which cat to get. It was the biggest and roundest of all the kittens, and it always followed the mother cat. I felt that it was the right one. On the way home, it kept chatting with me and meowing non-stop. I thought it liked me so much, but it turned out that it wanted to poop, but it couldn’t poop in the cat bag. When I went back, I saw a big pile of poop in one corner of the cat bag, and it was in the other corner. I put it in the secret compartment of the sofa armrest as soon as I got home to make it feel safe. It came out after two days, ran and hid. After four days, I let it be touched. Now every day it is more clingy than the day before.

I feel that it combines the advantages of British Shorthair and American Shorthair. It is not noisy and not quiet. It sleeps when we go to work every day and plays with us when we get home. It has a good stomach and is a little picky about food. It doesn’t like fish, but likes everything else. It is moderately clingy and likes to sleep alone, but will chat with us when we cook and sit on our legs when we poop. When it gets up at home, it asks for touch and drools when it feels comfortable. It is smart and will not push things on the table. It knows which ones you are lying to it. It will not make trouble at the door and wake you up at regular times. The key is that it buries its poop very well. It is not shy and is not afraid of anyone. It will observe you. It is naughty. The flowers and turtles at home are always bullied. Two pots of flowers have died. The turtle that I have raised at home for 10 years will be pressed back into the water every time it sticks its head out to breathe. Every time I enter the bedroom, it is like a spy movie. It will rush in when it hears a step and then hang on the mosquito net. Sometimes it is a little cold. When you call it, it will reply to you if you want to pay attention to it, but it won’t even look at you if you don’t want to pay attention to you. Now it is my most precious little cutie.