I have a fake tabby cat, it’s so stupid.

I have a fake tabby cat, it’s so stupid.

You all say that tabby cats are smart, maybe I have a fake tabby cat.

It’s so stupid.

When I saw it, it was still very small, lying stupidly in the corridor. It didn’t react when someone passed by it, it was just a small ball, staring blankly at the air in front of it.

I took it home and gave it a bath, and it was scared to death. After that, no matter how many times I washed it, it was still afraid of the hair dryer.

I hung toys from the ceiling for it to play with, and it had a lot of fun, but its paws would always get entangled in the rope and then it would cry for help.

I often see it coming out of a room and hide at the door and shout to scare it, and it always gets caught and jumps up in fear every time.

It is very greedy and has stolen bread countless times, but it doesn’t like that kind of bread. Every time it just bites the bag open and doesn’t eat a bite, and then steals it next time.

I always forget to finish the meat stolen from the kitchen, and my mother often finds it in the corner of the sofa cabinet and beats it up.

Ah, it is very timid. When someone comes, it will hide in my room in fear, and then poke half of its head out of the door to peek.

It can’t protect itself. Once in the middle of the night, it jumped up and down and I beat it until its ears were exposed. It doesn’t know how to show its claws.

It ran away during the estrus period and couldn’t find the way home. Two days later, my father heard its heart-wrenching wails in the next building.

It has no sense. My mother doesn’t like cats, but it still hangs around my mother all day long. When it sees my mother, it stretches its voice to be cute.

It has a bad memory. Every time I go home, it hides from me for a long time, and then suddenly remembers that I have cleaned its poop, and meows excitedly and pounces on me.

Every time I leave for school, it looks at me packing my luggage with a confused face, and looks for me all over the house for a few days after I leave.

It is really very stupid. It is so stupid that it can’t even give birth to a child. It died of dystocia when it was more than one year old.

I was interning in Beijing, and I didn’t even see it for the last time.

I really hate you.

Can’t you wait for me? I will go home in a week.

I really hate myself.

My dad didn’t understand the significance of sterilization and wouldn’t let me take you to do it, so why didn’t I insist?

I wanted to secretly take you to do the operation, but why did you find it troublesome and make excuses like “I’ll take you to Beijing after I graduate and find a job”?

You don’t know how many years I haven’t cried. Now it’s been half a year since you left, and I still cry when I think of you.

I have decided not to keep a cat anymore.

I hope you can be braver in your next life and not be so stupid. It would be best if you were reborn into a rich family and have a life of luxury.

If they despise you, and you are still willing, come to me. No matter

how stupid you are, I want you, I only want you.