When I was in junior high school, there were rats in the house we lived in, but my parents didn’t plan to get a cat.
By the time I was in high school, the rat problem in the house got even worse. I was studying at a university in another city. When I came back home during the holidays, I found my wardrobe full of rat droppings. I was so disgusted that I told my dad we had to get a cat (mainly because I really wanted a cat to cuddle).
My dad went to the pet store and shouted, “Boss! I need a cat that can catch rats!”
The boss pondered for a moment and said, “Then it has to be a local cat” (These are my dad’s words. The boss might not have said it exactly like this). “We don’t have one in the store right now. Come back in a few days.”
A few days later, my dad asked me to go with him to pick up the cat. Then we saw a little kitten in a small cardboard box.
The boss highly recommended it, saying, “Her mother! She’s really good at catching rats! Our store’s cat food and dog food are guarded by her mother! (Genetically, she should also be very good at catching rats!)”
We happily took the little kitten home.
Everyone who heard this story asked me if she could catch rats. Well, the rat – glue board my dad set up didn’t catch any rats, but it did stick our cat instead = = Catching rats? It’s not necessary. As long as she stays at home, there are no more rats. Such is the power of genetic suppression.
No wonder ancient Egyptians regarded cats as gods! All it needs to do is sit there and be loved.
Ahem, here come the pictures.
The little kitten when she first came to our home, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.
After getting used to the environment a bit, she fell asleep on the chair.
We gave her an electric blanket, and she was so happy that she fell in love with this place.
During the clingy period, she would jump onto my lap as soon as I patted my thigh. Now, she even dislikes being touched.
But sharing the bed with me is still okay.
My father and our cat wish you a happy New Year!
Taking a nap in the sun, looking golden.
The last line: I’m your dad.
(I added a filter. The cat isn’t actually that golden.)
Oh, about whether she can catch rats… Somehow, a dead bird appeared in our house…
No one knows when, where, or how it got in.
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