An unsterilized 1-year-old male puppet cat
Three months ago, my friend gave me a foster care (about the same as giving it to me). An unsterilized 1-year-old pet pup weighed more than ten kilograms, just like a small dog.
At the beginning of my family, there were all kinds of licentiousness, and meowed and stretched out his claws. Once I changed the cat litter for it, and it whined at me again. I was annoyed and punched it on the head. I didn’t expect it to be angry at me, my 200-pound man. Where did you get the dog guts? Just pick it up and slap it in the face.
I don’t think this cat has been beaten. It froze for a second or two, screamed, bit my arm when it twisted wildly, and broke free and climbed around the balcony like lightning to find an exit.
I was bitten, and my anger value was directly full. I grabbed the clothes pole and closed the balcony door. I beat it up, broke its head, and shit came out. I bled all over the floor, so I didn’t dare to whine when I was hiding in the corner. I didn’t dare to touch it when I picked it up. Since then, it has stopped a lot.
However, a few days ago, he relapsed and dragged the shit on the ground to demonstrate. I won’t talk much about it. Pressing its cat’s head next to the cat’s shit was a heavy punch, and it was bloody. I didn’t dare to move and was beaten silently. After that, I honestly entered the cat cage and accepted the punishment of fasting.
After a day’s release, it is unambiguous how to hold it.
I just feel that my interest in food has been further upgraded from MAX to MAX PLUS pro.
It seems that after being beaten, I found that the most fundamental gap lies in my physical strength. I not only fell asleep in the cage during the day, but also knew how to do sit-ups to exercise.
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Originally, it was a convenient answer, but I didn’t expect to blow up so many cat slaves.
What a failure it is to have three dimensions. Put this output aside.
Subsequent updates:
I gave this puppet to another friend in Jiaxing, the local tyrant’s home, in January 2021.
Muppets often fight with my own son in my house. Although they are not fighting for their lives, they can’t let it go-because the muppets are no longer willing to excrete in the cat litter basin, and the living room, sofa and bathroom are all its toilets. My personal guess is that my own son made it extremely unhappy and interfered with the freedom of defecation-it’s just speculation, because even when I went to my friend’s house in Jiaxing, where there was no cat at home, the muppets would defecate from time to time. There may be many reasons, such as the cat litter doesn’t fit, the cat litter basin is uncomfortable to use and so on. But the real reason is unknown.
At present, I have been staying at my friend’s house in Jiaxing for almost a year, and I have bitten my friend several times and even bit bleeding. Coupled with intermittent defecation, my friend in Jiaxing has also broken the defense several times and hit me hard several times, but compared with the degree of bleeding, it is still much lighter, so the Muppet is now on the verge of being beaten-biting doesn’t bite, but defecation is still free occasionally.
According to some recent photos of muppets, the quality of life is too good. What we eat for dinner is raw meat and boiled chicken breast, and cat food is not a serious food.
However, under the filter of my old father, I still feel that my own son is more handsome.
In winter, I even took the initiative to warm my father’s feet and be filial.
By the way, my own son is the stray cat I picked up. I have a bad habit, and I have been beaten from childhood to adulthood.
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