In the world of cat – keeping, Siamese cats are often known for being clingy and affectionate. However, the Siamese cat in my family has chosen to go against the grain, carving out its own unique path in the feline world. Like a little “rebel” with a strong personality, it has left an indelible mark on my home.
This Siamese cat was a gift from a classmate when we graduated from high school. By the time it came to our home, it was already a few months old, and its small body seemed to be filled with boundless energy. Every morning, I would be awakened by it. It had a plethora of ways to entertain itself, with a particular fondness for plastic bags, which it would play with for hours on end. The sight of it running around with a plastic bag in its mouth was as if it had discovered the most precious treasure in the world. Not only that, but earphone cords and charging cables were also no match for its “claws,” as it would chew and tug at them relentlessly, often leaving the house in disarray. Looking at its mischievous antics, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and amusement.
When it first came to my home, it loved sleeping on my bed. It would start at the head of the bed and gradually move towards the middle. As it shifted positions, the space I had for sleeping kept shrinking, until I was eventually squeezed into a corner. But even so, looking at its cute, peaceful face as it slept, I couldn’t bear to shoo it away and could only helplessly accommodate it.
Later, due to my studies, I had to leave it in the care of my parents. To my surprise, its naughtiness escalated. Every night, it was like a “little tyrant,” insisting on someone playing with it. If no one paid attention, it would follow you around, meowing incessantly, as if complaining and urging you to play with it. It also took a liking to scratching the sofa. Its sharp claws would dig into the fabric, leaving the once – pristine sofa covered in scratches. What’s more, it hated taking baths. Every bath time was like a battle, with it struggling violently, as if the bath was some kind of terrifying ordeal.
During the day, it was usually lazy, spending most of its time sleeping, earning the title of a “sleeping beauty.” But as soon as evening came and the family returned home, it would transform into a lively cat, eagerly meowing and demanding to be played with. However, it had its own “rule” – it absolutely refused to be held. Whenever I tried to pick it up, within 30 seconds, it would start struggling desperately, trying to jump out of my arms, as if I were some kind of scary monster. Seeing other Siamese cats snuggled up in their owners’ arms, and then looking at my aloof little guy, I couldn’t help but feel both helpless and amused, even wondering if I had adopted a “fake Siamese cat.”
It also had a strange obsession with the room door. If the door was closed, it would meow non – stop, as if protesting against being “isolated.” Its persistent meows would continue until the door was opened.
Although this Siamese cat isn’t clingy at all and is always getting into mischief, causing us a fair amount of trouble, it has long since become an indispensable part of our family. Every one of its naughty acts and every meow is filled with the essence of life. It has added countless joys and memories to our lives in its own unique way. Perhaps it isn’t a “standard” Siamese cat, but in the hearts of my family and me, it is one – of – a – kind, our beloved “little rebel,” and the most special presence in our lives.
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