My tabby cat is called Qiqi.

My tabby cat is called Qiqi.

He studied in Australia, so he should not be considered a purebred Chinese rural cat.

According to his mother’s mother, he was born on the Chinese Valentine’s Day last year, so we call him Qiqi. He was a little thin when we brought him home. But he was proficient in using cat litter on the first day we got home. Because his parents also had cats since childhood, he is also more family-friendly, and of course more timid. When I take him out, he will run to me and hide in my arms.

This was taken on the train when I went home with him (the train here is similar to the subway) .

On the first day after I took him home, he stood in the cat tent prepared for him and peeked at me, but he didn’t dare to come out all night. The next morning, I woke up and found him lying next to me.

Slowly, I began to let go. Wow, he was really thin back then.

Since I had him, someone would call me home and greet me every morning. No matter what I do, there is someone to accompany me to sleep at night and warm the quilt. I don’t feel lonely even though I am far away in a foreign country.

However,

since I had him, my family no longer cares about my situation when they video chat with me. They just perfunctorily ask me a few questions about how I am doing recently and then ask to see the cat. My father is disgusted that he is fat again every day, and my grandmother is the worst, calling Qiqi through the screen every day.

After sitting for a while, cats start to grow on my body and keep looking at me. Usually, he has a stern face, but

when he is hungry or sleepy, he will turn into a kitten in a second and start to act like a spoiled child. He loves to hold my hand and will accompany me in everything I do. He became popular in the circle of friends because of his white claws. He was punished to face the wall because he overturned the water dispenser and acted cute to me. He would not respond when he was called Qiqi, but as long as he was called, he would run faster than anyone else. He has a heavy idol burden. As long as he knows that someone is taking a picture of him, he will be cold in a second. It is estimated that he is not far from becoming a spirit .

He does not like to eat cat food. He will come to the table every day when we eat, with a pitiful face. Even so, we have never given him our food, but it is inevitable that he will steal food. He can chat with people and understand most of the instructions. He loves to act like a spoiled child. When he opens the door when he comes home from class, this crying monster will pounce on him and act like a spoiled child. But he is really great. When I took him to the hospital for injections and sterilization, he never cried, made a fuss, or resisted. He is very Buddhist. When he is scared, he rubs against people’s arms. Other cats cry like they are slaughtering pigs, but he is still calm. When he is about to fall asleep, his tail will beat the rhythm, which is very funny. I hope he can always be so healthy and happy. Thank you for accompanying me every day. Finally, attached is a beautiful photo of him when he was not fat.