My first cat was called Shiwu, and it was a tabby cat that we adopted

My first cat was called Shiwu, and it was a tabby cat that we adopted. When it first came, it could be held in one hand.

It was just this big.

Because it stayed with the original owner for more than a month, it knew how to use the cat litter. I have never experienced the experience of learning to use the cat litter box as other answerers said, but she is very smart.

Event 1: Recognizing people

I always thought that cats don’t recognize people. Many people said so until I took her to get vaccinated for the first time.

The vaccination was very painful, and she screamed miserably inside. After a while, the doctor said it was done. My girlfriend and another doctor went in with me. When she saw me, she jumped up and ran into my arms without saying a word, and her claws hooked my clothes to prevent her from falling down. She knew that I could protect her. That moment was very relieved.

Event 2: Going to the toilet

When I adopted her and came back, the house I rented only had a squat toilet. I would stand and sing and she would watch from the side.

One morning, I was washing up in the bathroom, and when I turned back, I saw her squatting in the potty, with liquid flowing out. She was great and well-behaved. After that, you no longer need to deal with urine balls when shoveling cat litter.

Event 3: Comparative learning

After moving to a new residence, my girlfriend’s colleague gave us a shorthair cat because it was naughty and hurt people. One day, my mind was confused, so I wanted to train them to listen to commands.

Command a: Whistle

I whistled for them to come over, the shorthair cat did not respond, and the fifteenth cat would meow and walk towards me.

Command b:

Sit While walking towards me, stretch your hand forward, palm facing forward, and say “sit”. The fifteenth cat will sit down, and the shorthair cat will not respond.

Command c: Shoot the gun

with the thumb pointing up, the index finger and middle finger extended forward, the ring finger and the pinky finger clenched back to make a gun, making a biubiubiu sound, the fifteenth cat will lie down and die, and the shorthair cat… will run away.

Event 4: Conveying needs When

there is no cat food, it sits at my feet and barks at me, with its mouth wide open and its voice high. When there is no water, it sits under the sink and barks at me, indicating that I should turn on the faucet. When the cat litter is full (sometimes I don’t go downstairs for two days and forget to shovel), it sits in front of the cat toilet and barks.

Event 5: Considerate

A long time ago, I had a quarrel with my girlfriend, and the phone was ringing. I was crying like an idiot in the room. Fifteen was scratching the door frantically and barking. I opened the door and turned back to lie on the bed. She jumped on the bed. Licking my face, she lay beside me to accompany me.

I don’t know about other tabby cats, but my Fifteen is psychic.

Here are the photos you asked for .

The cat hiding in the quilt

is very fierce,

more fierce than before.

Snacks stolen from the basket.

I’m not a pervert, I’m just a little bit lecherous.