When I first decided to bring a cat into my life, I never imagined that it would become such an important part of me. My cat cub was born from a pair of silver shaded British Shorthairs in my friend’s home. My friend’s cats only had one litter, and since we knew each other well, I didn’t hesitate to reserve a kitten. The price was slightly higher than the market price, but I won’t go into details about that.
As a first – time cat owner, I knew nothing about cats, especially how to judge their bloodline and appearance. When the kittens were two months old, I went to my friend’s house and simply picked the one that caught my eye the most. I brought it home without much thought.
To my surprise, the cat cub wasn’t at all shy in its new home. Although it was a bit scared while in the cat carrier on the way home, as soon as we arrived, it started purring and kneading on me. It was a lively and adorable little fellow with an incredibly good personality. It was so well – behaved that it gradually learned that when it got dark and I got into bed, it shouldn’t disturb me. Even if it wasn’t sleepy, it would lie quietly beside me without making a sound.
As it grew up, it was healthy during its early days and never got sick. However, there came a period when it suffered from gastroenteritis, skin problems, and also had to go through the neutering process. It seemed like the cone of shame was on its head all the time, looking so pitiful.
There was a time when it was extremely clingy. Whenever I was lying in bed watching a drama, it would snuggle up in my arms. No matter where I was, its eyes would always follow me, and I could always find it within a ten – meter radius of my sight.
Now, it has grown into a chubby and beautiful cat. I love it, and I know it loves me too. In fact, many times I feel that it was my cat cub that saved me. When I first brought it home, I didn’t even know how to hold it properly. But it was always so warm and affectionate. Once, before going to bed, I watched a drama that triggered some sad memories, and I started crying on the bed. My cat cub, which was sleeping beside me, slowly moved its head over and pressed it against mine, and placed its little paw on me. At that moment, I immediately wiped away my tears. It made me realize that as long as you treat small animals with your heart, they will return your love. I accompanied it as it grew up, and it accompanied me as I became a better person.
When it comes to having a cat, the price is secondary. What really matters is the bond and the fate between you and the cat. My cat cub is like a little angel sent from heaven, the best little angel in the whole world. It has filled my life with warmth, love, and countless precious memories. I will always cherish the time we spend together and continue to take good care of it, just as it has taken care of my heart. Every day with it is a blessing, and I look forward to many more years of our mutual companionship and growth.
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