I have a cat at home. Her official name is Hu Niu, but since she gained weight, we forcefully changed her name to Fat Tiger. Although Fat Tiger is a little girl, I’m still used to calling her Brother Hu because of her temper, which sometimes makes people in awe.
This Chinese New Year, I brought Fat Tiger home to take care of her for a few days. These few days were really “full of excitement”. I originally thought I could get close to her and enjoy the happy time of petting the cat, but the reality gave me a heavy blow. Once, I just wanted to casually stroke her to show my love for her. Who knew she suddenly turned against me and scratched me directly. At that moment, my mindset exploded instantly, and I was filled with grievances and helplessness. I had good intentions, but I got such a “return”, which really made me a bit at a loss.
Recalling the time when I first brought Fat Tiger back, her temper was extremely irritable. She always stayed alone on the floor, staring at me intently with her sharp eyes, as if I was a stranger who had intruded into her territory. I summoned up my courage and tried to hold her for a while, but she immediately got angry and showed her teeth and claws to express her dissatisfaction. Later, I learned that her previous owner never dared to hold her, and I was so bold as to rub her at that time. Looking back now, I was really like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.
However, during the days of getting along with Fat Tiger, there were also moments that made me extremely excited. I remember one night, she actually took the initiative to jump onto the bed and sleep next to me. You know, Fat Tiger is usually very cold – hearted. Being able to share the same bed with me was simply a great honor. At that time, I was almost too excited to fall asleep, thinking that Fat Tiger finally accepted me and our relationship was about to take a step further. But unexpectedly, when I woke up the next morning, she “revealed her true colors” and scratched and hit me. Fortunately, she had just had her nails trimmed, so she didn’t break my skin, but the pain was still fresh in my memory.
As time went by, Fat Tiger gradually changed. She transformed from a cold – tempered and irritable cat into an affectionate little cutie. She would rub against me, making a purring sound, as if she was acting coquettishly to me. Even so, her temper was still a bit strange. She still firmly refused to let me touch her belly. Every time I tried to touch it, she would immediately dodge and even wave her little paws to warn me. Stroking her head was okay, but if I stroked for too long, she would get impatient and hit me. And she still didn’t let me hold her. It was really difficult to get close to her.
I go to college in another city and can only see Fat Tiger when I go home. Every time we part, I miss her very much. Her cute and arrogant appearance always appears in my mind. Although the process of getting along with Fat Tiger is full of “roughness”, she scratches me and hits me, making me laugh and cry, but my love for her has not diminished at all. I know that every cat has its own unique personality, and Fat Tiger’s little tempers are also part of her. She has brought many different colors to my life. Those little bits and pieces of getting along with her, whether happy or helpless, have all become my precious memories. I think this is the wonderful thing about having a pet. Even if they bring us trouble, we will still feel happy because of their existence. I love my temperamental Fat Tiger at home. I hope that in the days to come, we can continue to accompany each other and create more beautiful memories.
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