In my life, the arrival of Buring is like a warm and unique light, illuminating every corner of my life. I had a wonderful bond with her even before she was born.
At first, I took a fancy to Buring’s mother, a silver – shaded straight – eared cat, and learned that her father was a golden – shaded straight – eared cat. I was full of anticipation for the babies born from their combination. I had my heart set on raising a silver – shaded male cat, so I reserved one even before the babies were born. When Buring was born, among that litter of kittens, she was the only silver – shaded one. At first, even the seller had difficulty distinguishing her gender. In this way, I accepted this little life. As time went by, when she was one month old, the seller told me that this was a silver – shaded folded – eared female cat. Although I deliberately avoided folded – eared cats originally, it seems that fate had its own arrangements. Eventually, Buring still entered my life.
When I first brought Buring home, she was only one month old. Her small body huddled in the strange environment, full of fear. During the first week, she always hid in the corner and dared not come out easily. Only occasionally, when no one was around, she would run out cautiously to eat something. But surprisingly, whenever I reached out to hold her, she never refused. Her docile appearance melted my heart all at once.
Gradually, Buring got familiar with me, and her lively nature gradually emerged. She would play the fruit – cutting game with me. Her focused and excited look made it seem that there was only her and the game in the whole world. After she completely trusted me, she began to “possess” me. As long as she saw me paying a little attention to other pets, she would become extremely jealous. She would wave her small paws, as if performing the “King Kong Flying Fist”. Her cute and domineering appearance was really hilarious.
Buring hardly ever barks. I even thought she was mute for a while. Until the first time I took her out for vaccination. In the car, the strange environment made her extremely frightened, so she barked all the way. Only then did I know that she could bark. However, usually, she really rarely meows. For someone like me who doesn’t like noise, she is simply the incarnation of an angel. In daily life, she only makes a sound when she feels very scared or in pain. And when she is having a great time playing with a small mouse, she will also meow softly once.People who hear it feel extremely lucky.
Now, Buring is already one year old, but her weight has always worried me. I have prepared a rich variety of food for her, including cans, chicken breast, and cat food. But she just can’t gain weight. When stroking her, you can clearly feel a handful of bones, with only a layer of fluffy fur outside. Nevertheless, her position in my heart has never changed.
The existence of Buring has made me experience the worry and happiness just like raising a daughter. Her gentleness, her good temper, and her unique quietness make me cherish her even more. In the days spent with her, I have felt endless warmth and love. I believe that in the future years, Buring will continue to accompany me. We will create more beautiful memories together and walk through every wonderful moment of life.
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