I bought my tabby cat for twenty bucks. At that time, there was a litter of kittens. All the other kittens had an expression as if they had seen a lot of people and seemed a bit disgusted with me. Only this one was timid and desperately tried to climb out of the box to escape.
It was my first time raising a cat and I had no experience. I only thought that as long as it was healthy. Seeing its short legs kicking fast, I thought it was the one!
This is a photo taken when we were in the dormitory. It was only two or three months old then. I’m really grateful to my roommates. They all agreed to my raising a cat and liked it very much. They took turns holding it to sleep. But in the middle of the night, it would secretly run back to sleep with me. My roommates even joked that it was an ungrateful wretch.
When I raised it, I named it Tangdou. It was quite smart. After calling it a few times, it understood that it was being called. I also bought cat litter. It would go to the litter box by itself to poop and pee without me ever teaching it.
After bringing it home, it gradually grew up. It was very thin. Although I fed it well, those who didn’t know might think I was abusing it.
However, it still grew very beautiful. It had the agility and graceful posture of a cat, like a small leopard, smart and healthy, jumping up and down every day.
There was a tree in the yard. It sharpened its claws on the tree every day. At that time, it was still young and didn’t dare to go out. It only dared to look outside from the tree.
Later, it gave birth twice. I contacted all my long-unconnected relatives, aunts, uncles and old classmates to give away the kittens. I made up my mind to have it neutered so that it wouldn’t give birth again. Nobody wanted the kittens born by the tabby cat. Even when I offered to give them away for free and included cat food, still nobody wanted them. Everyone wanted pedigree cats. My Tangdou also became haggard because of giving birth twice. I originally wanted it to experience giving birth, but later I regretted it.
This is after the neutering. It has eaten itself into a little “gas tank”. It no longer thinks about those ungrateful tomcats every day. It only knows to eat and sleep. Occasionally, it goes out to patrol its territory and swat at the dogs passing by the door.
I’ve rambled on a lot, but I want to say that I really love it. Whether it’s a pedigree cat or not doesn’t matter to me at all. No matter how ugly it is, it’s always beautiful in my eyes. In its world, there’s only me. It only likes me. I hope it can be healthy and happily eat every day, and accompany me for a very long time.
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