My tabby cat Migo was brought home by me when he was two months old (1)

My tabby cat Migo was brought home by me when he was two months old (1)

The following is just an example of my tabby cat, not all tabby cats. The author of the question and everyone should not generalize

. My tabby cat Migo was brought home by me when he was two months old.

At that time, mice entered my house. I chased them away several times but couldn’t get rid of them. Every night, they would crawl in from outside and steal my cats. It happened that the big orange cat of the aunt downstairs gave birth to a litter of kittens. My mother asked me for the first time, “Don’t you want to keep a cat? Do you want to bring one home?”

How could I say no? Of course, I rushed to bring one home. Migo was the last one in that litter. In the first two days after I brought him home, he kept meowing for his mother. At that time, he was still very young. Migo was still Mimi.

The above picture shows how Migo looked when he came to my house on the first day. He called out “grandma” but kept calling. He refused to be close to me and insisted on sleeping standing up. I had no choice but to take a hot water bottle and wrap two layers of towels to cushion him (it was February at that time).

Later, Migo got familiar with me. When he was half grown up, he didn’t like to call anymore, but he was very clingy

. He started to run to me to keep warm and sleep, and his sleep was very light. He would wake up in the middle of the night and start to call you to get up. He would hit me with his paws or rub me with his mouth (it was cold) .

These were all trivial matters. Sleeping is not necessary for the immortal cultivators!!!!

This was also my first time to raise a cat. At first, I loved Migo too much. I was afraid that he would get cold, bored, or stimulated. As long as he called, I would get up even if I was sleeping, and run to him without opening my eyes and ask “What’s wrong with you?”

It must be at this time that he developed a bad habit

. Now Migo is almost one year old, and he meows in the middle of the night every day to call people to get up and play with him. (Of course, he doesn’t get the treatment he had when he was a child, hahahahahaha)

There is another shortcoming that I think was also caused by me. When he was little, I liked to play with him with my hands, which led to him not knowing how to retract his claws when he was half grown, and he often scratched me QAQ (hum) (wrong teacher). Now he knows how to retract his claws, but he still likes to play hand-to-hand games with me.

After the winter vacation, I decided not to bring Mi Ge to the dormitory but to keep him at home, and my mother would take care of him (there are no more mice in my house since Mi Ge came).

Then, every week when I came back, I found that Mi Ge was growing taller, hahahahahahahaha, he is really growing taller

. He is not getting fat, but he is growing taller. During this period, my mother began to raise the cat as her “son”, and he eats better than me (tears can’t stop flowing. My status in the family after raising a cat: -1). I usually take him with me everywhere, and even if I tell him it’s okay, the cat and I would have a conversation, and although I don’t know how they communicate, my mother’s powerful imagination always allows her to say something to him.

Okay, back to the point