The stray cats I brought home finally have a question I can answer.
There are orange, black cats, and a little black cat at home.
They are all stray cats I brought home.
Since losing his eggs, orange has gone through a hunger strike and ate secretly in the middle of the night. He has entered a stage of no desires and no demands. In winter, he has lost his soul. Whoever wants to hug him can hug him. As long as he is warm, he will be happy.
He gained weight from more than 4 kilograms to almost 8 kilograms
. The black cats are one big and one small. The little black cat is called Jianguo. He came to my house during the National Day. The triplets are called Jianguo, Jianshe, and Jianye. Jianshe and Jianye are orange cats. They were adopted soon. Jianguo became an old girl that no one wanted. He quickly “became one” with the natives, and
the fight with the native black cats was the most intense.
I have always liked black cats and have always raised black cats.
The black cats I have raised have several common characteristics.
Small face, oval face.
Naughty, good at fighting, one punch each of me.
Compared with orange cats, they are relatively independent and not very affectionate.
Only when necessary, such as when hungry, come to rub against me, and stretch out the barbed tongue to lick my legs.
Then he got annoyed by his tongue being hooked by my stockings, so he grabbed my legs. As a result, my stockings were consumed faster than those of all my colleagues.
And he doesn’t like me to hug him. I have a cat, but I can’t suck it, and he still bites me from time to time. I feel wronged.
When eating, he will jump on my knees, and then use his claws to hook the clothes on my chest.
At present, the food chain in my family is like this:
indigenous black cat>Jianguo>orange cat>me.
And since I got a cat ,
my
cat belongs to my mother, my mother belongs to the cat, and I am a picker. This is a family
photo. This is Jianguo. We eat food at home, but sometimes, if the windows are not closed properly, they will escape. They will also catch mice. Just one day, I got up in a daze and prepared to wash up. At the door, I seemed to step on something barefoot. It was thin, a little hard, wet, and cold, like a thick cable soaked in water. Then, before I could react, I heard a sharp sound. It was a shrill, short, and long-lasting mouse cry that was full of the desire to survive . The mouse jumped up, I jumped up too, and the black cat also jumped up. The black cat caught the mouse and threw it into the air again and again in a show of strength. The mouse’s green bean-sized black eyes were filled with despair, and it gradually gave up struggling. I hung on the door frame and was grateful that the mouse didn’t bite me. For a moment, I didn’t want to have a cat anymore.
This year we had an earthquake that seemed to have shaken nine times in three days. Except for the first time, the shaking was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable. Our cats will find a corner to act like ostriches when they identify earthquakes, and they will also find load-bearing walls. Basically, as soon as the cat hides, our family will run away. That’s it. Update, little cat Jianguo finally found a family to adopt him. And after arriving at the family’s house, he beat the original resident fat orange into autism. Leave a picture of big and small black cats and a picture of three cats gathered togethe
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