I didn’t choose a tabby cat because our family has a cow – cat named Pudding.
Our beautiful baby. As of today, it has been exactly ten days since he passed away.
The day before yesterday, I was chatting with a friend. She asked me if I could keep another cat because her aunt rescued a stray cat and wanted to give it away.
Maybe it’s fate. Surprisingly, it looks somewhat similar. I’ll bring it home in a few days.
It’s not that I don’t like pedigree cats. I really like American Shorthairs and Norwegian Forest Cats. It’s just that by coincidence, our family has had five cats, all of which were adopted common domestic cats. My mom always tells me to adopt instead of buying because there will always be people to raise those pedigree cats. In the fifth grade, I got the cat in the first picture and named him Pudding. He was a male cat. He didn’t go into heat until he was four years old, and we almost forgot to have him neutered.
When he was four, he got cystitis. After a lot of trouble, he finally got through it safely. I always said he was smart. He never played with his own tail. If I teased him with his tail, he would come to bite me (very gently, just holding it in his mouth) because he was punished when he was a kitten. Later, we doted on him. Whenever he did something wrong, he would find a place to hide. When you pretended to hit him, he would act pitiful. When he got cystitis and had blood in his urine, we didn’t notice because the cat litter turned dark after he urinated. Then he went to the kitchen countertop and urinated on a plastic bag. My dad found out when he was cooking and quickly took him to the hospital downstairs.
He didn’t like being in the hospital. The doctor said he managed to open the Elizabethan collar wrapped with tape and even opened the cage by himself at night (I don’t know how he did it). Then he squatted on the windowsill, looking in the direction of our home. This time when he got sick, at first, he vomited and I cleaned it without paying much attention. Later, he vomited all over the living – room floor. It was like saliva – like secretions. When I was cleaning up, I found blood streaks. So, I took him to the hospital. The doctor initially said it was a parasite problem, so he got an injection. I didn’t think much of it. I was worried that his esophagus might be ruptured. Then I took him home. A few days later, he still didn’t eat. I asked the doctor and took his temperature. He didn’t have a fever. But that night, he vomited blood. When we did another test, we found that many of his indicators were far beyond the normal range, and his body temperature was very low.
We suspected kidney failure at that time. First, he was given some intravenous drips. The next day when we went back, the doctor said they wanted to do an operation to see if there was something in his stomach. Because our cat only ate cat food and didn’t eat cat grass even when we tried to make him vomit. He would only bite plastic bags to induce vomiting. However, the X – ray couldn’t show the plastic bag, so we couldn’t make a judgment. At that time, his physical condition was very poor, and we didn’t dare to give him anesthesia easily. So, we put him in the ICU to get oxygen and let him stay in the hospital for a day, hoping that if he got better the next day, we would have the operation immediately. I even gave up the premiere of Avengers that night.
The next day, I got up early and waited for the hospital to open. On May 11th, it was raining in Qingdao. I went out without an umbrella. When I entered the hospital, I found he wasn’t in the ICU. I was wondering where he was. The doctor who opened the door checked and said he had passed away.
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