During my days of living alone, life was once a bit monotonous. However, a month ago, my boyfriend gave me a four – month – old Siamese kitten. Since then, my world seems to have been injected with a warm current full of vitality and has become colorful.
When this little Siamese first arrived home, it was timid and hid in the corner, as if full of fear of this strange environment. It took a long time to slowly adapt. But once it got used to it, it completely let loose and showed its unique and clingy personality.
Its need for interaction, petting, and hugs far exceeds my traditional perception of cats. When I am focused on work, it insists on nestling in my arms. I push it away, and it stubbornly climbs back up. This repeats five times, and in the end, it is still me who gives in. It is like a stubborn and helpless child. Even if it is not in my arms, it will quietly observe me from a corner, as if saying, “I don’t do anything. I just watch.”
When it comes to sleeping, it shows its uniqueness even more. It will automatically turn into a “scarf” that can snore, wrapping completely around my neck. In the middle of the night, when I turn over and roll around, it is like a liquid cat scarf, closely following my movements without moving an inch. However, recently it has grown a bit bigger and may also feel the risk of strangling me if it continues to be a scarf. So it has changed its way. It becomes a not – very – round ball, shrinking on my shoulder. It sticks to me wherever I go, as if it has grown together with me. Every morning when I wake up, I am startled by the sudden appearance of its black face, but at the same time, I find it extremely cute.
Every day of getting along with it, I truly feel a sense of security and being needed. It stretches out its little black paw from time to time to touch my face, and uses its cold little nose to kiss my eyes and nose, as if carefully confirming whether I have secretly eaten something delicious. These little actions of it can melt my heart ten thousand times a day.
The good temper of the Siamese cat makes me unable to believe that it is a cat. Although it hates having its ears cleaned and its nails trimmed the most, it won’t get angry after that. It just shakes its head and stamps its feet hard to vent its dissatisfaction. After a while, it quietly comes over and purrs beside me. Once, it was severely scolded by me for stealing food. But after a while, it crept over and lay down beside me, pretending that nothing had happened. It is typically forgetful of punishment when it comes to food, making me angry and amused at the same time.
This little Siamese has brought endless joy and warmth to my life of living alone. It is not only my pet but also more like my family and friend. Its clinginess, cuteness, and good temper make me more and more inseparable from it. In the future days, I look forward to creating more beautiful memories with it, witnessing its growth, and enjoying every bit of happiness it brings to me. I believe that with its company, my life will become more wonderful.
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