My tabby cat Lizhi has never thought of raising a cat. I usually just scroll through TikTok to see other people’s kittens.
However, the story begins with “Persimmon” from my best friend’s house – a clever calico cat that met the tabby cat next door during estrus. After she became pregnant, she began to change and gave birth to six cubs. One of them was given to me. I named it Lizhi [because my best friend likes to eat persimmons and I like to eat lychees. Mother and child fruits, hahaha] I went to greet him with the idea of a well-behaved little male cat. He really looked well-behaved at first. It was a rainy day when I first got him. The cool weather made cats even lazier and more cute. He played for a while and then got sleepy.
I happened to have been moving during those two days and it was hard. He followed me back and forth. Fortunately, he didn’t have any stress reaction. Let me explain my background.
I live with my uncle and aunt because I came to her place to look after the store. Food and accommodation were provided and he had his own room. Then, as for me raising a cat, I started to take precautions a few months ago and told her that I wanted to raise a cat. At first, my uncle refused and my aunt agreed. In this case, I acquiesced to bringing the cat in. From the beginning, my uncle strongly refused and said that he would throw the cat away when it came. Later, he turned a blind eye. How many fears and trepidations did I go through during that period? I was expecting my uncle to be really fragrant, but the lychees became more and more peeled as they grew bigger, so my uncle often said that he would send the lychees back, orz So every day I was frantically testing the edge of danger…
Having said that, Lizhi had only been in my house for a month. He was too young and he didn’t eat the cat food I prepared early. It took too long to buy it online. The slum girl spent a huge amount of money to go to the pet store and bought him goat milk powder to make milk for him. It was another hardship to feed him milk. He refused to drink no matter what. I just squeezed as much as I could and drank a little. Gradually, he became a cat food and he still didn’t eat the milk. I had to force him to eat a few grains. I checked online. He was still young, so I had to buy canned milk cakes. They had a mousse texture. Fortunately, he ate it. I don’t know if it was because he had been fed wet food and raw fish from the pet store before, which caused gastrointestinal discomfort. He vomited milk in the past two days, which made me very anxious. I asked my best friend to buy Mommy Love probiotics for children. Finally, the vomiting was solved.
Then pooping was another problem that troubled me. I was a grown-up girl and I stared at the little male cat’s butt every day, wondering why he didn’t poop. I almost suspected that he had pooped. It still can’t use cat litter, and I always use wet wipes to wipe its butt, but nothing happens. Then it took probiotics and gave me a surprise that night…
Wow, it visits my quilt as soon as it poops:)
It will become a regular visitor next! No, I can’t care about the smell. I immediately put the poop into the cat litter box, grabbed a lychee and taught it to bury the poop. The old mother shed tears of sadness.
The problem of feces and urine seemed to be solved. After it was familiar with using the cat litter to go to the toilet, I thought I could rest assured. Who could have thought that in the future… I was too naive… Yes,
at the beginning, except for feces and urine, it was still very cute. You see, it is so small,
and it is also cute when teased. It is clumsy and ignorant chasing the red dot.
At the beginning, it was so well-behaved and obedient. Sometimes it only dared to hide in the corner or in the express box. Slowly,
we got to know it and became familiar with it. When I was hungry, it would meow at me. It especially liked to sleep in the nest I made for it on my bed, and I would occasionally visit it.
He also likes to sleep next to me, or on my belly or on my legs.
When I read novels, he will stay quietly by my side. What a peaceful life we had. At that time, when I was video chatting with my bestie, I complained that Litchi was silly and often dazed.
One reason might be because he left his mother too early. Litchi never stepped on my breast, as shown in the picture. She only “stepped on my breast”, which meant standing there dazedly. At the beginning, he played with toys with curiosity and caution.
Later, he got familiar with the environment and confirmed the safety index. As he grew up, he began to show his wildness in his bones. The little ancestor began to let himself go and expose his nature, which meant that my hard days were coming.
He is three months old now. This guy looks like this.
When it comes to letting go of the wildness and letting go of himself, I really have a say. I want to start complaining.
This guy really deserves to be a tabby cat. He is extremely energetic. [It was only after I raised him that I realized that the tabby cat breed is very wild orz] As time goes by, it jumps up and down every day, is very active and sensitive, and starts to capture imaginary enemies. Then it slowly changes and starts to attack me. I am in so much pain. My hands and feet are full of scratches and bite marks, and many of them are bleeding. It’s no exaggeration to say that I have new wounds almost every day. Can you believe it? It will pounce on me while I am walking. It treats me as a moving prey and doesn’t let me go even when I am sleeping. It jumps on me and bites my feet. It really makes me cry, orz,
and this is only part of it. I complain about its crimes to my bestie every day.
It bit me again tonight. This is the n+1 time. I don’t know why I feel aggrieved all of a sudden. I shed tears and complain to my bestie.
Let it go. I’ll continue coding. I slept on
July 2.
It’s been such a long time. Let me talk about it again. A few months ago, because I was too naughty and wet the bed every day, my uncle and aunt ordered me to send the lychees home, so I took them back to my own home during the Chinese New Year. Now my parents are raising me, and my life is so leisurely.
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