I think the little tabby cat of the upstairs neighbor is very smart

I think the little tabby cat of the upstairs neighbor is very smart. I really feel the smartness.

This is a little tabby cat that is almost three months old. Don’t look at it now. It is not my cat but the upstairs neighbor’s! [The answerer is a poor girl who has been raising cats online, crying]

But why is the cat of the upstairs neighbor in my arms? This is a long story. The neighbors are two big boys. They are afraid that the cat’s play area is not big enough, so they allow it to play in the corridor. The first time I met it was when I quarreled with my boyfriend and was angry and wanted to go out. As soon as I opened the door, it came in. It was very fearless and patrolled my house and refused to leave. It kept meowing at us.

At that time, as a cat lover, I instantly forgot about the quarrel with my boyfriend and started to discuss whether it was hungry. But at that time we thought it was a stray cat because it was dirty and not very clean. We didn’t think it was someone else’s cat hahahhaha, so we took it to buy cat food. We were afraid that it might get sick again, so we took it to the pet hospital for a checkup. The doctor said it was healthy and had no disease. We were exhausted after taking it out for a day. When we were thinking about what to do with it in the future, we happened to meet the neighbor upstairs who came down to look for the cat and returned it to the owner.

We haven’t seen it for a long time since then. We kept talking about it every day in those days, but the day before yesterday, it was let out to play again! It was more familiar now. My boyfriend refused to let it in because he was afraid that it would mess up the house. Then it sat at the door pitifully and meowed at my boyfriend [since the last time, its owner put a collar on it to prevent people from mistakenly thinking it was a stray cat hhhh]

Later, under my coercion, my boyfriend let it in. It played in our house for a long time. We kept the door open, thinking that it would go back by itself when it had enough fun, but it turned around and didn’t go back. We were afraid that its owner would look for it, so I used my hand to lead it out and then I quickly went home. As a result, it meowed crazily at the door, and it meowed miserably, making me feel like I had abandoned it [but your house is obviously upstairs!]

Then I softened my heart and let it in to play for a while. Later, it was quite late and I really couldn’t keep it, so I waved my hand to lead it out again, but it stopped when it followed me to the door and refused to go out!!! It just sat at the door and watched me waving outside without any response.

Later, its owner came home and took it back.

Do you think this is playing? No, it wasn’t.

Now it is lying on my stomach and feeling comfortable .

It is really smart!

I let it come in to play by itself, but I don’t know why it is so attached to me, and it follows me wherever I go. After that, when I lay on the bed, it also wants to come up and meow at me by the bed. I picked it up and put it on my body, and it kept wanting to go to the bed. Then I told it that it could not go on the bed and could only stay on me, and it really stopped running and lay on me obediently, crawling quietly!

Super cute and super obedient!

Okay, now I just have to wait for its owner to pick it up [Ahh! It feels like this is a kindergarten]