My son is a white and blue British shorthair cat

My son is a white and blue British shorthair cat. But I don’t know if it is pure or not, because I picked it up.

You read that right. I picked up a sick little British shorthair that was abandoned.

At that time, I went there for the little tabby cat that was also abandoned next to it. It was cute and noble. Who would have thought that I would end up taking this money-losing cat home?

The little tabby cat is steady and cute. People around would come over as soon as they called it, and rub its belly and head. It is as cute as a little fairy. Just when I was moved with compassion and planned to adopt a fairy, there was a ghostly figure in the grass next to it, jumping out and jumping in. No one could catch it, and it didn’t run away. It was just slithering around you. Finally, a little sister from the same community brought the food she fed the wild cats every day. This cat plunged into the food bowl and couldn’t be pulled away.

Finally, I adopted this pig. The little sister took the gradient fairy

pig home and I gave it a bath on the first day. Although it was still very small, I didn’t know whether it had been vaccinated (don’t follow suit, kittens are still very fragile). But there was no way, it was too smelly, really! It was extremely smelly! It was covered with feces, I don’t know if it was human feces or cat feces. According to the onlookers, it was taken out of the sewer.

After taking a bath, it was blown dry and immediately dove into the cat food

(it is the most well-behaved one among all the cats I have raised. It even fell asleep in my hand while making bubbles).

Because I picked it up when I got home from work, it was not the weekend, I lived alone and couldn’t take it to the hospital for examination immediately, so in its first week at my house, my heart flew back home every day when I went to work. It got my body but not my heart. It ran home after work for the first time. This week I also bought various anthelmintics and test strips online. Although he was in good spirits, I was afraid that he might have cat plague. Fortunately, he didn’t. I

went to the hospital and the doctor said that the kitten was at least 6 months old, his teeth had changed, but he was small for his age. He didn’t have cat plague, but he had a serious rhinitis.

He was also keen on stepping on milk, even stepping on the floor when eating food, and sleeping on my slippers. At first, he was quite reserved and didn’t dare to get on the bed. (I live in a one-bedroom apartment and there is no way to isolate it. But I suggest that other friends who have picked up cats and have been scammed should isolate the cat and the person first.)

Like a dog, it must follow you wherever you go. From time to time, it will have a seizure, thinking that you have gone out, and running around the house looking for you.

But I still cannot understand some of its behaviors, such as the black question mark face

, for example, it was grooming my slippers????

Trying every means to squeeze itself into the refrigerator , climbing

onto the roof through the curtains, performance art,

pretending that I didn’t know it was here,

going out for a drink at the first company team building, returning home at 11 o’clock, silently protesting

and fighting with myself in the mirror

, playing with the zipper on my quilt until my eyes met,

turning on the light when I went downstairs to deliver the contract at 1 o’clock in the morning, and waking it up. It was greeted with contempt .

The soft collar that other cats can wear was taken off in a second on it,

and the little cat was disappointed in life.jpg

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I think British Shorthairs are really silly .