In my warm little home, there lives a British Shorthair cat that seems to have descended like a little angel. Its arrival has filled my life with endless joy and warmth, and truly made me realize that raising a cat is just like raising a child.
This British Shorthair cutie is almost six months old now, but its ability to act coquettishly has not decreased at all. Every day, it still uses its soft kitten voice to act coquettishly beside me, as if telling me of its dependence. I remember when it was two and a half months old, I brought it home. From that moment on, it started its clingy mode. No matter what I’m doing, it has to follow me closely, as if I am its whole world. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines into the room, it will always jump onto the bed on time and start kneading on my chest. The rhythmic kneading is really cute, but for me who wants to sleep a little longer, it’s really a bit too much.
Its clinginess to me is beyond imagination. When sleeping, it not only has to be next to me but also has to hold my hand, as if it can only sleep peacefully in this way. If I’m playing with my phone, it won’t be happy. It will walk back and forth in front of me, and even step directly on the phone, blocking the screen with its furry body, and its tail will occasionally swing onto my face, as if saying, “Stop playing with your phone, come and play with me quickly!” When I’m playing games, it definitely won’t be idle. It steps on the keyboard, trying to gain some attention. When it gets tired of playing, it will obediently find a comfortable place to sleep beside me. However, it will occasionally be naughty and secretly attack my heels. It gently hits me with its soft paw pads, and then quickly scurries away, hiding in a corner and secretly observing to see if I’m chasing it. Its appearance is just like a naughty child playing a prank.
When it comes to food, it is simply a “little glutton” and extremely greedy. As long as it’s something people eat, it wants to taste it. Whether it’s hot and sour noodles, fried rice, hamburgers, or pomelos and bananas, in its eyes, as long as it’s in my mouth, it must be something good. Every time I cook, it will circle around my feet, meowing constantly, trying to attract my attention and get a share. I have to be on guard against it all the time. Otherwise, if I’m not careful, it may secretly steal a piece of food when I’m not looking. In order to prevent it from eating food that is not suitable for it, every time I cook is like a fierce “battle”.
Although it is naughty, it has brought me countless joys. With it by my side, I no longer feel lonely. When I return home after a busy day and see its figure running towards me happily and hear its joyous meowing, the fatigue of the whole day disappears without a trace in an instant. It is like a little sun, warming my life with its enthusiasm and vitality. In the days of getting along with it, I have witnessed its growth, from a small kitten to a lively, cute, and mischievous one. In this process, I have also learned how to take care of a small life and felt the wonder and beauty of life.
My British Shorthair cat, although sometimes makes me a bit helpless, brings me more happiness and satisfaction. It is my little treasure in life, my forever “cat kid”, and I will always accompany it, watch it grow up slowly, and spend more beautiful times together.
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