British Shorthair, whose full name is the British Shorthair Cat, but the most well-known nickname for it should be the “British Hair-Shedding Cat”, so people in the cat-loving circle call it the “British Shed” for short.
It sheds its fur once a year, and the shedding cycle lasts for a whole year.
As a child from the south who has never seen snow, after getting a “British Shed”, I have experienced a “snowy scene” all year round, as if it’s an endless winter.
Last summer, when I was bored, I saw her in my WeChat Moments.
The night I brought her home, there was a thunderstorm. I carried her in a cardboard box. However, less than 5 minutes after getting home, she jumped out of the box on her own. Fortunately, when I was picking her up, I was always worried that she would jump out, so I had my hand pressing on the box. Otherwise, if she ran away in the wind and rain, I surely wouldn’t have been able to find her.
When she was a kitten, she was very clingy. Less than an hour after coming to my home, she ate cat food, drank water, and pooped. At that time, I thought she was really a brave little cat (but she turned out to be extremely timid when she grew up).
Since my girlfriend likes eating egg tarts, the “British Shed” sister was given an official name, “DanTa”.
Not long after bringing her home, DanTa entered the “awkward period”. She grew more and more “ugly”. The originally cutest round face of a British Shorthair was gone. DanTa was like she had received a face-lifting injection and turned into a face with a sharp V-shape.
(I really miss the days when she was a kitten. I could directly stroke her belly. Now, after stroking her for just a few times, Sister Egg Tart will get angry.)
DanTa has two hobbies.
Accompanying us while we watch TV.
Playing fetch like a dog, and she will keep playing until she is as tired as a dog and sticks out her tongue.
When she was a kitten, she was really clingy. Unlike when she grew up, she became so aloof, always wearing an expression of “Don’t touch me”.
Later, after she had all her vaccinations, not wanting her to suffer too much during the heat period, I directly took her to the hospital for a check-up and then had her spayed. I didn’t pretend to be someone else during the spaying process. When she came back, she was as well-behaved as ever. (Don’t ask me why her personality changed so much later. It’s neither a distortion of human nature nor a decline of morality. I guess even if we watched the program “Approaching Science”, we couldn’t figure it out.)
She always sleeps in really strange postures.
And sometimes she is really silly.
Although she has been very aloof since growing up, occasionally she will be kind enough to act coquettish towards you.
Later, she grew fatter and fatter.
She also learned a new skill: doing the splits.
She also got new little companions.
But we still love her very, very much.
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