Mickey the Tabby Cat is very tough and very naughty.

Mickey the Tabby Cat is very tough and very naughty.

First of all, Tabby Cats are really tough and naughty (for the cat in my house).

Raising a kitten is actually a coincidence (or fate?). At that time, my boyfriend said he saw a kitten at work. It was so small. I waited for a long time but didn’t see its mother. I thought that since it was so small, its mother must be not far away. I didn’t think of taking it home. After two hours, my boyfriend said that it was still there, and its mother was still not around. I thought about it and let him bring it back. My boyfriend kept telling me that it was too small. In my impression, kittens are at least one month old. How small can it be? It’s okay! Raise it! I

found out when I got home that it was too small, the size of a palm. I took it to the hospital. The doctor said it was about two weeks old. I was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, I was free at that time. I was not working, but studying. So I started my life as a wet nurse every three or four hours. It was really painful to get up at three o’clock in the morning to feed. I had no experience but I didn’t dare not

feed . I named the little boy Mickey, because he was picked up in the Year of the Rat, and he looked like a mouse. I originally wanted to name him Minnie, and the English name mini sounded more fashionable. But the doctor told me it was a boy,

so I had to give up. Lihua’s physical fitness was really good. Because I had no experience, he only peed but didn’t poop. I searched Baidu or asked the doctor like crazy, and they all said it was normal, but I also saw that some people said that he had poop at this age. He didn’t poop, so I was always anxious

until one day he pooped, and it was all over the cat cage. I was desperate but relieved as an old mother. In fact, I found out later that I didn’t understand at that time. I didn’t store the milk he drank well, and he went bad… I don’t know. It just had diarrhea once at night and it was fine. Now I think about it, it’s amazing that I raised such a small cat and it had diarrhea. But it has never been sick (I’m proud of it as an old mother).

Lihua is very naughty, jumping up and down. When he was very small, he jumped into the washing machine, stepped on the wooden stick on the back of my chair, and crawled along my legs…

The most important thing is, don’t tease a cat with your hands. It’s my fault that I was young and didn’t understand. Because I picked it up when I was very young, I didn’t think it could be played with toys, except for a ball of wool hanging on the cage, so I played with it with my hands… As a result, I can’t hold this cat now, it hurts my hands. Every time he gets bitten, I have to silently tell myself not to get angry, not to get angry, it’s my own fault for not teaching him well.

It’s so blissful to have a cat. He sleeps alone on the sofa in the living room (because he bites me). Every morning when I get up and open the door, he will jump down to find me with sleepy eyes, without even opening his eyes, and put his front legs on my legs to stretch. It’s so sweet.

When he could eat by himself, I started working, and slowly he grew up

to be a handsome boy, yes! He

is a little clingy now, probably because the weather is cold

. The cutest thing is that every time he sleeps with me, he will bring up the small pillow and blanket that have grown up with him since he was a child, and spread them out carefully, which surprised me.

Now his daily routine is to chase each other with his brother (a cross-eyed orange cat I adopted later), eat, sleep and play

together. The village stage, come if you are handsome enough.

About biting hands and adopting another orange cat. It is said on the Internet that cats know the severity of the fights when they bite each other when they are young. Plus, I have to go to work, and it would be boring for a young kitten to be at home, so I adopted one. As a result, the two of them learned how to fight, and they bite people more steadily, accurately and fiercely

. They are also more naughty. It is useless to hit them. When eating, they like to come over to smell it, and you can’t drive them away. As soon as you raise your hand, they know you are going to hit them, so they stick out their butts and lower their heads, looking pitiful and ready to be slaughtered. However! Whenever your hand is raised for a little longer, they can maintain this posture of sticking out their butts and lowering their heads and slowly move towards the plastic bag or the rice to sniff, like a dog who says I know I am wrong but I will not change

. The kitten has learned his lesson recently and is addicted to eating jerky. When I come home from work or get up in the morning, he meows at the kitchen door

when he sees me (^･ｪ･^). Yesterday, he meowed at the kitchen door when I came home from work. When I ignored him, he jumped onto the table and barked at the kitchen. I still ignored him and went to the toilet, so he jumped into the kitchen from the toilet window (yes, there is a window connecting the kitchen and toilet). When I opened the kitchen door to get him, he had already jumped onto the stove and barked at the refrigerator.

In addition, when he crawled under the bed and in the cabinet and couldn’t come out, using a cat teaser was useless. I would just shake the box of jerky, and he would fly out. Now he has been gradually trained to fly out at the slightest sound when I open the refrigerator and take out his box of jerky. I often suspect that I have a dog.