Time flies, and it’s been a long time since I shared the story about my cat with you. Now, An’an’s wound has basically healed. The day before yesterday, I took off its Elizabethan collar. Next, we just need to take it for a review and an X – ray in two or three weeks. If everything is normal, we can then remove the steel plate in its body later.
This is my lovely “sister”, and its name is An’an. The reason why I named it An’an is that, first, it has a quiet personality, and second, I sincerely hope it can be safe throughout its life. On June 23, 2019, I brought An’an back to the dormitory. At that time, I was about to graduate from university. I originally planned to move into the staff dormitory, but because I decided to adopt An’an, I still asked my family for money to rent a house.
An’an was originally a stray cat in front of our company. My colleague firmly believed that I would like it and brought it to me (face – palm). That day, we happened to have a colleague dinner. I was worried that I couldn’t take good care of it at that time, so I originally decided to give it to another colleague. However, when my roommate took it out, it ran away. So, I had to catch it again.
To be honest, raising a cat is indeed a small burden, but from the moment my colleague stuffed An’an into my arms, it became my responsibility. My colleague said that if I didn’t adopt it, I really didn’t know what would happen to it. At that time, I had known my boyfriend for half a year. Because of renting a house to raise a cat, my boyfriend smoothly “moved in” (bah). So, An’an changed my life trajectory for the first time. I didn’t live and eat in the company as originally planned, and I also accidentally started living with my boyfriend prematurely.
I still remember when I first saw An’an, its small figure was wandering in front of the company gate, with a hint of timidity and confusion in its eyes. When it first came back to the dormitory, it was full of curiosity about the new environment and a bit at a loss. During the days when I was looking for a house, I lived in the staff dormitory for a few days. Because I lived with others, I could only tie An’an up. In the middle of the night, as long as I heard its cry, I would immediately get up and go down to touch it to soothe its emotions. I don’t know if it’s because of its experience of being a stray cat, but it doesn’t like to sleep in soft places. Instead, it prefers some hard corners.
Later, we moved to a new home, and An’an finally didn’t need to be tied up anymore. It can run and play freely in the house, exploring every corner. Watching it gradually become lively in the new home, I feel extremely gratified. During the days of getting along with An’an, I watched it grow up little by little, and it also witnessed all the changes in my life. It is not just a cat but an important partner in my life, bringing me endless joy and warmth. I am very grateful for that fateful moment that let An’an enter my life and change my life trajectory. I will always accompany it and protect its safety and happiness.
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