It’s been about a month since I picked him up. I found him during a team – building activity near the old residential area around the company building. It was said that a female cat had given birth to a litter of kittens and couldn’t take care of this one. It had been raining for many days when I found him. He was so tiny, trembling, and then he collapsed right in front of me.
The little thing was so dirty. I asked someone for a plastic bag, put him in it, and took him to see a doctor. I also gave him a name on the way, Pocket.
I’ve always wanted to raise a cat, but I always thought that if I couldn’t give it the best, it would be better not to. Picking him up was fate, I guess.
I took him to the doctor, and they said it was a little male cat. He had a lot of fleas and was only about a month old. I got him dewormed and took a taxi back and forth for him.
At first, the little guy drank goat milk and was quite obedient.
After a week or two, he didn’t like goat milk anymore. When I fed him, he kicked his little legs.
After drinking the goat milk, he would become “autistic”. It made me laugh so much.
He started to look a bit listless. The doctor said he was weak and I should be careful, or he could pass away at any time. But the little thing was very tough. Now, he’s full of energy. Here are some of his daily moments.
Some time ago, he was really into the windowsill.
The first time I took him downstairs to play after he recovered, he was extremely timid.
Why does he like the computer keyboard so much???
He’s quite well – behaved when he’s asleep.
I lost the original picture, and this one is so blurry.
Now, he can eat, sleep, and poop well. Every day, he performs acrobatics. Climbing up my pants to my shoulder is a piece of cake for him.
As soon as he wakes up, he’s hungry. If there’s no food for him, he’ll rummage through the trash. After I scold him, he looks like this. What kind of cat is he, really.
He likes to sleep next to my hand.
Look at his jumping ability. He could participate in the sports meeting.
His sleeping posture is so ugly that I don’t even want to look at it.
When did he learn to knead? Little thing.
For his healthy growth, I decided to call him Dogdan, a homophone of his original name. Isn’t it said that a humble name makes a child (or in this case, a cat) easier to raise? From now on, I’ll record his journey to getting chubby.
The changes are that since the landlord of my rented house doesn’t allow pets, I keep him at the company. I spend about 80% of my time at the company, and I go out less often because I’m afraid he’ll be lonely. Secondly, suddenly, I have something that I want to treat gently. I hope Dogdan won’t get too fat, or I won’t be gentle with him.
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