Before deciding to keep a cat, my impression of cats was only in my imagination. I thought cats were those cute, chubby little cuties with soft meowing voices and fluffy bodies that made people couldn’t help but want to hug them. However, when I actually started raising a cat, I realized that there was a huge gap between reality and my imagination. The days of getting along with the cat are full of surprises, helplessness, and more importantly, deep love.
When I first brought the cat home, I was full of anticipation to welcome a cute little baby. But unexpectedly, it was not as gentle as I thought. It would suddenly bite, and its sharp teeth would leave shallow marks on my hands. It would also scratch, and its sharp claws often caught me off guard. Moreover, every time I gave it a bath, it was like a different cat. Its originally somewhat cute appearance instantly became a bit “ugly”. The wet fur stuck to its body, revealing a strange appearance with big eyes and a triangular face, looking like an alien. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was still the cat that was not very cute but a little bit cute that I had at the beginning.
Not only that, but it is also extremely afraid of the hair dryer. Every time after a bath, using the hair dryer is like a nightmare for it and a difficult “ordeal” for me. It will struggle desperately, trying to escape from the humming hair dryer, often making me flustered.
However, despite all these annoying aspects, it also has many lovely moments that make me forgive its naughtiness. Sometimes, it will quietly curl up on the sofa like a fluffy ball, or squat at the door of the toilet, pretending to be a fluffy slipper. Its appearance makes people laugh. When the weather is cold, it will cover its little feet with its tail, trying to keep itself warm. Its cute little movements show its cleverness and cuteness.
When it wants to bite and I scold it, it will look at me with tearful eyes, as if admitting its mistake to me. At that moment, my heart softens instantly. It is also very timid and extremely cowardly, afraid to climb trees. Once, I took it to climb a mountain. I thought it would be curious about nature like other cats, but unexpectedly, it was extremely shy and scared to death. Throughout the journey, it needed me to hold it. Its four little paws clung tightly to my clothes. As soon as a stranger passed by, it would desperately climb onto my shoulder, and as a result, there were streaks of blood on my shoulder. Just like that, the originally wonderful mountain climbing plan ended in just fifteen minutes.
Now, it has gradually grown into a little chubby cat. Recently, as the weather is too cold, it has learned to get into the quilt. Its chubby body arches around in the quilt, looking for a warm corner, and its appearance is extremely cute. Looking at these cute or naughty moments of it, I deeply realize that although the process of raising a cat is full of challenges and troubles, there are also countless joys and warmth.
Although it is sometimes ugly, sometimes naughty, its poop smells bad, and it even steps on the computer and sends garbled characters, I will still raise it with love for its whole life, even with tears in my eyes. Because it is the cat that I carefully selected at the beginning. From the moment I brought it home, I took on the responsibility of taking care of it. It has already become a part of my life. No matter how many shortcomings it has, my love for it will not change.
In the days to come, I look forward to spending more time with it and witnessing its growth and changes. I know that there will be more stories between us, with laughter and tears. But I believe that this special emotion with the cat will make my life more colorful.
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