The tabby cat is super easy to raise (1)

The tabby cat is super easy to raise (1)

It is really easy to raise. It is super, super easy to raise.

I just didn’t teach it well and got mad at myself. It

was very stupid when it first came home. I first saw it on December 25, 2019, so it was named 25. It was placed in the cage of my guinea pig. It was very small and soft. It was not afraid of me when I picked it up. I took it to bed and gave it a bath that night. It was

very well behaved. It lay down in the quilt and cried coquettishly. You must rest its head on your arm. Even if it shrinks down by itself, you can’t take your hand away. When it stretches out, it will look for your hand everywhere if it doesn’t sleep. It will rub against your elbow and neck. It was really well behaved when it was young.

When it first came, it was only one or two months old. At that time, you couldn’t close the door when taking a bath or going to the toilet. If you closed the door, it would scream heartbreakingly outside and bang on the door with its paws. You must open the door, not even a crack, it will open it by itself. Then he would lie at the door… stare at you… no matter how tired or sleepy he was, he would stay by your side.

At that time, I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year. The house and toilet were separate. It was very cold, so I would carefully put him down before running to the toilet. When I was just getting ready, I could always see him swaying in front of you with his short legs, his eyes still half open and half open from sleep, and then squatting in front of you with his eyes closed, waiting obediently.

We were living a warm and loving life with a loving mother and a filial son.

Then! He started to get horny! He peed on my bed!

I beat him, scolded him, and got angry with him.

Later, I had no choice but to lock him outside the door and not let him go to bed.

As a result, he started banging on the door and screaming in the middle of the night. I had no choice but to hold it in.

Slowly, slowly, he didn’t do it often. Slowly

, slowly, he did it once in the evening, once in the early morning, and once after six o’clock. Slowly

, slowly, he did it once in the evening and once after six o’clock.

Slowly, slowly, he figured out a way. It knocks on the door at night and squats by my window in the morning, howling all the time. (I bought cat-proof curtains, but they are useless. It bit its way through and got in. There is nothing I can do, so I bought a large screen window and nailed it tightly. There is a platform of five or six centimeters outside the screen window, and it squats on it and howls.) It knows that I will wake up once around that time, so it will pay attention to that time. I will carry it into the house, sleep with me for a while, and then send it out.

When I am very sleepy, but I will not let it into the quilt to sleep.

There are stray cats in the community (sometimes people feed them), and then I will take its food to feed it. Cat

-stroking time.

Xiaobai is my younger sister.

When I get home, it stops me at the door and keeps sniffing.

Then it stays with me when I soak my feet, and I suddenly feel a little flattered.

When I am ssing, it must watch you.

When I am sleeping in the quilt.