I don’t know why some people always measure a kitten’s worth with money. As a cat owner, it really makes me angry. Of course, except for those who use cats as a means to make profits. Undeniably, as long as they don’t break the law or violate moral principles, we can’t casually judge them.
When I was a child, my family had several orange cats. I still remember the purring sound when one of them secretly slipped into my bed on a cold winter night. If you ask me how I felt, it was simply a sense of contentment. Looking at the tiny cat, on that cold winter night, I wasn’t sure if I warmed it or it healed me. But later, they disappeared without a trace.
Sometimes when I came home from school and found them gone, I would secretly cry under the covers. As a child, I felt so helpless. I didn’t even dare to ask adults whether they ran away or died. Later, they never came back. This sense of helplessness has persisted until today. But now, I’d like to believe that for most ordinary families, whether they raise a blue British Shorthair, an orange cat, a Ragdoll, or other breeds of cats, they can regard the cats as family members, or even their own children.
After becoming financially independent, I always wanted to raise a cat. At that time, I visited countless pet stores. In my small city, American Shorthairs were more common, while British Shorthairs, Siamese, and Ragdolls were rare. Every cat was naughty and cute. But then I saw it.
It was a tiny one, with ear mites, feline rhinotracheitis, and its eyes were constantly tearing. All its siblings had been taken away. Perhaps because it was a Scottish Fold, it was the only one left. Its mother wouldn’t let it nurse. It was only one – pound at two months old. The moment I saw it, my heart ached. That sense of helplessness came back. Everyone knows that treating pets is expensive and troublesome. At first, I thought about leaving.
Just looking at its visible illnesses, I knew it would take so much energy. But I was afraid that if I left, it might really die. So I went back and resolutely took it home, then took it to the hospital for examination and treatment. I won’t mention the details in – between. It was too sad. I don’t know how many times I secretly cried for it. Now, it’s really an angel.
It’s my family member, my baby. No matter what happens in the future, I won’t give up on it. I’ll give it the best within my ability. So, no matter what breed a cat is, whether it’s considered valuable or not, once you decide to raise it, you should be responsible for it. What it gives back to you will definitely not make you regret. Finally, I wish all the little cuties can meet kind owners, live a life free from illness and disaster, and grow up healthily.
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