I once took in a tabby cat named Brush, who was extremely combative. (1)

I once took in a tabby cat named Brush, who was extremely combative. (1)

My roommate and I once briefly took in a tabby cat named Brush, who was extremely combative.

Brush was a stray cat that followed my roommate up to the sixth floor and hid under the coffee table when she opened the door. Because we both have cats, my cat has a bad temper and her cat is too young and afraid of being bullied by adult cats. So we kept Brush in the living room. Because it rained the day Brush came, the wet fur “brushed” water marks on the floor, so we named it Brush.

On the first night, when we washed and dried Brush’s fur, Brush showed full patience. We once thought it was a lost domestic cat, not a wild cat. After blowing it clean, we posted a claim picture in various groups, but unfortunately there was no response.

The next morning, we both took a morning off and took Brush to a familiar pet hospital for a physical examination and vaccination. Although we couldn’t keep it, at least we didn’t want it to be infected with any infectious diseases of the native cats. Everything went smoothly, but because we both got up late, Brush didn’t finish the project, so we simply left Brush at the pet hospital. A small group was created for me, my roommate and the doctor. If there was anything unusual, we would post it in the group and agreed to pick up Brush in the evening.

I remember it very clearly. I arrived at the company at one o’clock that day. Before I sat down and ordered takeout, the doctor at the pet hospital sent a message in the group: “Your cat is probably not a domestic cat, because it just beat up Tuanzi (the lucky cat at the front desk).” I quickly replied in the group, sorry, sorry…

Doctor: It’s okay, we have to wait for the results. I can’t let him roam around in the office. I put him in a cage.

At 2:30, I had just eaten and hadn’t started working yet, and the doctor was in the group again: “One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to listen to?”

Roommate: “Good news.”

Doctor: The good news is that the cat is fine. The bad news is that he beat up the one in the cage next door.

Roommate: Sorry, sorry, please contact the Siamese owner, I will pay the compensation.

Doctor: It’s okay, we didn’t take good care of him, we definitely can’t ask you to pay, I moved him to the dog cage…

At four o’clock, I was in a meeting and projecting the screen, and the group chat popped up again.

Doctor: Your cat is amazing. A Bichon Frise came outside to line up for a bath, and he was on top of it and licked the Bichon Frise, and the Bichon Frise jumped and was fierce to him. I thought the cat had a cage, and the two sides would at most curse at each other. I didn’t expect that I didn’t know whether the Bichon Frise jumped too high or his arms were too long, and he scratched the Bichon Frise’s eyes through the gap in the cage. Because WeChat

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At that time, I had just joined the company for less than a month. After this happened, I quickly became familiar with my colleagues. Every time I had a meal, I would joke about “the cat you picked up that can beat dogs through the cage.” This is also a later story…