My little cat is named Coffee, because cat poop (is) coffee, hahaha.
I decided to raise Coffee because I had recently quit my job and was feeling very low.
After graduating, I had always wanted to have a pet and had discussed it with my mom for a long time.
Finally, on May 15th, I brought my Coffee home.
Before this, I didn’t know much about the appearance standards for British Shorthair Blue and Whites.
After buying Coffee, I searched online and realized that although Coffee doesn’t have a pink nose, a perfect “eight” face marking, or a fully colored back, it doesn’t stop our whole family from loving her.
When she first arrived, she was skinny and small with a big belly, very timid, always curling up to sleep, and had soft stools for a long time. I fed her montmorillonite powder for a while, but later discovered it was the cat food causing the issue. After switching to Fromm and Merrick, she improved a lot.
Gradually, after three months at home, Coffee has become more and more comfortable.
Every morning, she climbs onto the bed, snuggles close to people, and purrs loudly.
Whenever anyone eats, she runs out and looks at you with deep affection, meowing pitifully.
She has been using the litter box on her own since she was little and never makes a mess.
Every time I take her outside, she gets very timid and scared but still looks around curiously, fascinated by the world.
Before, our family never thought we would have a cat.
But after raising Coffee, the whole family has become cat slaves.
Here’s a cute photo, hehehe:
(Cute photo of Coffee)
My dad carries her for walks. When it’s too hot, she sticks out her tongue to cool down:
(Photo of Coffee with her tongue out)
My parents also adore Coffee and have bought her many toys.
My mom often feeds her egg yolks, dried fish, yogurt, beef, chicken, pudding… basically, she spoils her in every way. Every day, she tries to hold Coffee, even though Coffee struggles to escape, hahaha.
Coffee is also very good at acting cute and acting coquettishly:
And I think she’s getting cuter as she grows older, hehehe.
Now she’s five months old and has started causing mischief. Jumping on the sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet is no big deal. Sometimes she even jumps onto the dining table to beg for food.
Hahahaha, she’s out of control!
Once, she knocked over the small fish tank at home, and a goldfish fell out.
I was so angry that I wanted to hit her, but my parents strongly stopped me, always protecting her (I’m losing my status in this family).
Every day, she sleeps on the raised platform in my bedroom.
Coffee is five months old now, though she’s only been with us for three months.
She has truly brought a lot of joy and happiness to our family. Everyone loves her dearly.
I hope she continues to grow up carefree and happy every day!
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