Send congratulations!
The kitten has been weaned and can eat cat food now!
But it seems that pooping and peeing everywhere has become a habit for it.
When it’s looking out of the window,
When it’s dozing off beside the trash can,
When it’s playing and knocking over and dirtying the cat food,
When it’s running, acting coquettishly and going crazy on the bed,
It can leave its tracks (poop) everywhere, at any time.
Recently, the weather has turned cold, and my rhinitis has flared up. For the first time, I feel that my five – year – long rhinitis has finally served a great purpose…
It’s so “nice”.
Tomorrow will be better……
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Hahaha, the cat can use the litter box now.
I didn’t teach it.
I thought I was almost used to the days when it pooped and peed everywhere.
But it actually learned!
That’s great…
Let me post a few beautiful photos.
I’m really impressed by this silly cat’s good looks….
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The kitten has really grown up.
It has learned to bite and scratch people without being taught 🙂
When it truly becomes a mature kitten,
I might throw it outside to fight for food in the trash can with other wild cats in the community.
Let it experience life.
And it will probably keep going down the path of becoming “ugly”…..
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ok fine
I picked it up without much thought,
But now I wonder where my heart is.
Saving a life is a great virtue,
But now I have no peace of mind.
So I brought it into the house,
Unexpectedly, it’s like hell on earth.
The peaceful days are gone.
Here is a doggerel to record my extremely complex feelings at this moment.
As usual, I’ll attach a few beautiful photos…
Late – night treat ♀ The temptation of beautiful legs
Well……. I don’t know what to say.
I’m feeling mixed emotions, filled with a hundred thoughts, deeply touched, and on the verge of crying but without tears…
“Is life always this painful, or is it just when we’re young?”
The cat: “It’s always like this!”
So now I don’t expect it to grow into a mature, sensible, and obedient cat. I just hope it can grow up healthily and go out to fend for itself…. (The inner world of thousands of mothers)
Well…. It’s still biting my hand while I’m typing. It really hurts, but it doesn’t matter anymore…..
Beating it doesn’t work anymore…… Spraying water doesn’t work either. It’s become immune to all “punishments”. I’m also physically and mentally exhausted and have given up struggling.
Both life and I are sad.
Only this heartless silly cat is happy every day.
Good night………
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I threw it away.
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