Once upon a time, I was a wealthy household with a British Shorthair Blue and White. Now, things are different—I’m a poor farmer with three British Shorthairs.
How does it feel? Every day when I come home from work and see these three dummies sitting obediently at the door waiting for me, I feel so happy and content. But whenever I look at the empty cat food bag, the depleted cat litter, and my dwindling bank balance, I just want to sell them.
Let me introduce them one by one.
First, there’s the boss—Zi Mo (Self-Draw). The name doesn’t have any vulgar meaning; it’s just because I love mahjong (a Chinese game)… Maybe because I kept calling him “Self-Draw” at home, I’ve become the “money-losing kid” at the mahjong table. Nowadays, I mostly call him “Fatty” or “Silly Boy.” After losing his manhood last month, he channeled his grief into eating, and his weight successfully broke 10 pounds. Even though he’s an old man with four wives and over a dozen kids, he still wears a sweet, innocent face and acts cute everywhere, begging for pets.
Next is Coconut Sister, Zi Mo’s biological daughter. To be precise, she’s more of a cream-colored cat, inheriting more of her mother’s white fur. When she first arrived, Zi Mo hadn’t been neutered yet, and it happened to be his mating season. He kept trying to mount Coconut, so I had no choice but to neuter him and separate them to cool off. Talking about Coconut makes me a bit angry. Her mother’s owner was really irresponsible. There were four kittens—the biggest one was the healthiest, with no ringworm and normal development. The three smaller ones couldn’t compete for food, leading to malnutrition and severe ringworm. What’s worse, they didn’t isolate the sick kittens and kept them on an unsealed balcony! The biggest kitten fell to its death at just one month old. Then, they asked me to take the kittens early because they were afraid more would die. I was speechless… So, Coconut was separated from her mother at just one and a half months. Now, her ringworm is healed, and she’s gained weight. She inherited Zi Mo’s personality—super clingy and adorable.
Finally, there’s Mango Brother. Oh my, what a divine beauty! He’s so irresistible! But he’s the most timid of the three. To this day, he doesn’t like us getting too close. Every time I try to pet him, he arches his body and slips away from under my hand. Compared to his sweet, silly dad and his cute, clueless sister, Mango is much more aloof. He often lies quietly in the cat scratching board house, secretly observing. Oh well, it’s fine if he’s aloof. Who cares when he’s so good-looking? As they say, beauty is justice.
Finally, here are two group photos. You can tell their personalities just from their expressions, haha.
(Group photos of the three cats)
Overall, being their cat servant has been a joyful experience. Farewell!
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