March 25th, 2017, was the first Saturday after I joined my new company.
The day before, my then – supervisor said that he had picked up a little kitten and was looking for an adopter. Without considering that there were still clients on – site, I impulsively decided to take it.
I really wanted a cat that much.
However, this was a little calico cat, not a tabby cat.
(Here’s a photo of the little calico kitten)
A dramatic thing happened. When I took the little kitten home without notifying my family in advance, as soon as my brother saw me, he said, “Hey, there’s a cat in the old house! Huh? Did you already know? No, the cat at home isn’t that small.”
First, I was shocked by this dramatic coincidence. Then, carrying the little kitten, I rushed to the old house. In the dark small hall on the first floor, there was a cage with an adult tabby cat in it. As soon as I got close, it started growling.
(What it looked like when it first came)
Here, let me briefly introduce my background at that time. I had graduated for two years, been unemployed for half a year, owed over 10,000 yuan on Jiebei (an online lending service), and had just moved back home from the rented house in a sorry state. I had been in the new company for a week, and only I in the family really liked cats.
My mood was like a roller – coaster, changing from the joy of finally getting a little kitten to the pressure of being toyed with by fate. I knew that if I didn’t raise this tabby cat, it definitely wouldn’t survive in my home. But I really wasn’t prepared for the pressure of raising two cats, one big and one small, who didn’t know each other.
My first reaction was to escape. I took the little calico cat back to the new house and settled it down.
Then, after thinking and struggling for half an hour, my struggles mainly focused on two points: first, financial pressure; second, the mental stress of raising an adult cat and a little kitten together.
I can’t remember exactly what the decisive thought was. Maybe it was still a bit impulsive. I just thought I should raise it. The image of it growling in the dark hall, locked in the cage, came to my mind, and I just couldn’t bear it.
So I ran to the old house again and carried the cage over. Surprisingly, this time it didn’t growl at me. Later, I realized that rather than growling at me, it was growling at the little kitten in my hand at that time.
Later, on some late nights, when I think about the decision I made that night, I can’t help feeling scared and shedding tears. If I hadn’t decided to raise it, I wouldn’t have known what an angel I would have missed.
It was very clean. It never used the cage as a toilet until I gave it a little of the cat litter I bought for the kitten. And when it did, the amount was quite large.
It was very clingy. Even when we first met, it kept rubbing against my legs, acting cute.
I immediately felt that I hadn’t made a wrong decision.
After all the chaos and excitement, we entered a very ordinary and happy life.
The tabby cat is very strong, agile, and sensitive, and at the same time, very affectionate towards people. I’m really glad that I raised both of them.
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