Daily updates of my tabby cat Doujiao (1)
Although there are so many answers, I still can’t help but want to answer. Let me
first post a few photos of my Doujiao…
I took these photos of him with a borrowed SLR. I have to say, he is the most photogenic in the family…
I have always liked cats very much. Last summer vacation, my mom and I finally overwhelmed my dad’s opposition vote with our votes (who would have thought that my mom would treat Doujiao coldly, while my dad was very gentle). So we got a little male cat from the countryside. There are very few photos of him when he was a child in this phone. These are the photos of him on his first day. No more, let me post a few slightly larger ones
. How should I put it? At first, I was not very satisfied with it and thought it was ugly and dirty, but… there is always a but here…
It spent the first night in my room. Although the cat litter and cat food were prepared, I was also ready to serve it with poop and pee. It
didn’t dare to eat or look at people during the day, but it finally couldn’t help but come out at night, eating the cat food with a crunching sound. I was really trying not to laugh beside it. Hey…
Then, then, it actually climbed onto my chest carefully… (What’s the matter, did it feel like my chest was… It walked back and forth on me for several times, and finally lay down… I was really enduring it so hard… It lay on my chest, breathing heavily, it really felt so unreal, but I felt sorry for it, and secretly vowed to treat it well.
When it was a child, it really tired my mother to take care of its poop and pee. Every day I basically lay in a pile of poop and pee… No matter how I taught it to use the litter, it just didn’t know how to use it. One morning when I got up, I even rubbed its poop on my thigh… (To be honest, I didn’t feel that disgusting, just a little My son collapsed) But my mom was the hardest worker, making a set of sheets and quilt covers every day…
I guess she had a trauma in her heart, so she was always mean to Doujiao…
I seem to have gone off topic a bit…
Then I found that the litter box was too high and it was too lazy to step into it, so my dad specially made a litter box that looked like a stainless steel dinner plate but a little bigger, and it would go to the toilet in no time… Look at this little lazy cat…
So there is another thing about poop, when it grew up, I kept it downstairs (my family sells books on the floor above) and put its litter box between the door and the main door. In winter, it is quite cold, so I closed the glass door inside, so its litter box is between the two doors, and sometimes my mom would regularly throw it out to go to the toilet
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