I still remember that day when I went to the pet store. Originally, my husband and I had discussed and wanted a British Shorthair cat with blue – and – white fur, preferably with a “ninja – like” face. However, a wonderful twist of fate occurred inadvertently. When we were walking around in the pet store, I noticed a little guy jumping up and down energetically in the cage. It was Bick, who later became an important member of our family. Out of curiosity, I stretched my hand over, and it immediately started kneading the milk non – stop. Its little paws pressed and released rhythmically, as if it had returned to its mother cat’s side. Moreover, it playfully pulled my hair. At that moment, its cute appearance instantly struck my heart.
My husband is a bit allergic to cat hair, but I really liked Bick. After pestering him for a long time, my husband finally gave in. We made a decisive decision and took Bick home. When we first got home, my husband, worried that cat hair would affect our lives, didn’t allow Bick to enter our bedroom and placed it in a small room. During the day when we went to work, we would prepare plenty of food and water for Bick, taking good care of it. But at night, as soon as it heard us coming home from work, it would meow heartbreakingly in the room. Its eager meows seemed to be telling its longing for us.
When Bick first came, it only weighed 3 pounds, so small and adorable. But under our careful care, it began to show off at home and gain weight comfortably. Looking at its increasingly round body, I often joked that it was like a pig we raised at home about to be sold. The sense of achievement and joy welled up spontaneously.It won’t give up until it gets a can of cat food. Its appearance really makes people laugh.
Bick also especially likes to accompany me when I do housework at home. It will lie quietly aside, watching my busy figure, and come over from time to time, as if it wants to help. At that time, it had become extremely fat.However, Bick also gave us headaches sometimes. During the estrus period, it urinated everywhere, and the smell was really unbearable. For its health and the quality of our lives, we finally decided to send it for sterilization, turning it into a “neutered cat”.
Later, when I was pregnant, the smell of cleaning the litter box became extremely unbearable for me. Helplessly, we had to send Bick to my parents’ home. My mother, who had originally sworn not to keep a cat, had a 180 – degree change in attitude after Bick arrived. Now the first thing she does when she gets home is to kiss Bick. As a result, I, her biological daughter, have completely fallen out of favor, and I feel really a bit disappointed.
However, after Bick arrived at my parents’ home, its style changed drastically. The originally cute and well – behaved Bick in our home actually turned into a “little rascal” at my parents’ home. It would playfully make trouble and cause a lot of trouble everywhere, completely losing its cute appearance in our home. I often miss its previous appearance, the little cutie that would act coquettishly and accompany me through many wonderful times. I really hope it can change back to its original appearance. But no matter how Bick changes, it will always be the most special cat in our hearts, and the joy and memories it brought us will never disappear.
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