Let me see which little cutie is coming to see me.
When I just graduated, the work pressure was too high, so I brought Timor home. I was too hasty. Plus, it was my first time raising a cat. He was too small when he came, about 60 days old. Flying from Shanghai to Kunming, he had a severe stress reaction. He neither ate nor drank. I didn’t do enough preparatory work. In order to make him eat, I opened a can (it’s better not to give canned meat to little kittens) and fed him some goat milk (later I found out that Timor would have diarrhea after drinking goat milk). As a result, he got diarrhea and visibly lost weight. I was so anxious that I didn’t know what to do. When he first came, he was only as big as two fists. He was so small that I was really scared. (Warning: Many pictures ahead)
Timor came from Shanghai in the same airline kennel as a little Ragdoll. Later, the owner of the Ragdoll took Timor to her home. He played with the little Ragdoll. He didn’t eat or drink at my home, but when the cage was opened at the other girl’s home, he started eating like crazy… He got along very well with the Ragdoll’s owner. The girl’s parents are really good at raising small animals. So Timor started his life of freeloading there, and even got a face – washing service from the Ragdoll. After about a week, he gained some weight, and then I brought him back. He almost ate up the Ragdoll’s cat food…
However, because he left his mother cat too early, he was always sick when he was young. Having diarrhea was normal. In the first month, I basically watched over him on the sofa, fearing that something might happen to him at night. When I was at work, my mother would also help me watch him at night, fearing that it would affect my work. But Timor is so obedient. One night, I got up to check on him. He was standing outside his little nest and didn’t go in to sleep. When I went over to check, I found that his feet got dirty because of diarrhea and he got the small bedsheet dirty. So he just stood outside. I helped him clean up, and then he obediently went in and lay down… At that time, when I was at work, I was most afraid of hearing that he wasn’t well. When I went home and saw him uncomfortable, I would often cry. My mother said she disliked him, but she actually helped me a lot in taking care of Timor. On one hand, she couldn’t bear to see the little cat suffer, and on the other hand, she felt sorry for me.
Refusing to take a photo together with all his might
An expert at disturbing me while I’m playing games
Teammates, please understand me…
Playing rock – paper – scissors
His little paws are in the shape of love ❤️
Begging for food
Sleeping soundly on me, and I secretly took a photo
Observing secretly
Addicted to cuddling the cat and can’t resist
Let me see what to eat tonight
Climbed onto my mother’s money – tree and couldn’t get down
But after about 5 months, when his body was already getting better, he stole the small wire that my mother used to tie the flower pot to play with. He hid it and then dug it out again. As a result, the small wire poked his eye…
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