I have a four-and-a-half-year-old British shorthair blue cat at home.

I have a four-and-

a-half-year-old British shorthair blue cat at home.

It’s super cute.

It conquered men, women, and children at home and abroad with its cuteness and appearance.

It likes to lie on hard objects on the bed, such as books, iPads, mobile phones, laptops, etc.

Occasionally, it can be majestic.

When I brought it back, it was less than four months old. It had been abandoned twice, and I felt very insecure. It and its brother (a Siamese) were bought from a pet store by the original owner. After raising it for a month, it was given to my classmate because of a business trip. After the classmate helped to raise it for a month, the original owner said he didn’t want it anymore, and the classmate couldn’t continue to raise it, so he contacted me. It happened that I wanted a British shorthair at the time, so it was given to me, along with its Siamese brother and all the belongings.

The Internet says that the British shorthair is like a silent and wise elder, deep and introverted. But my cat is completely different. It has many demands every day, and it will express them through various strange calls such as meow~ow~ah~meow~ow~ow wow ah woo… like a chatterbox. I am particularly afraid that it will speak human language one day.

It is very picky about food. It may be because it has only been fed Royal Cat Food since it was young. When it came to me, it only ate cat food. I spent a lot of effort to make it accustomed to eating natural food. In order to diversify its diet, I also bought it various imported staple food cans and snacks. In order to improve its food, I also bought it this snack. In order to make it healthy and beautiful, I also bought seaweed powder nutritional tablets… The

dog-blood plot is that in the end it only reluctantly and passively accepted two kinds of natural food and two kinds of staple food canned meat paste (excluding the most expensive peak, which it would not eat no matter what), a snack, meat strips. Occasionally, it would eat a few bites of soup from snack cans, or a few bites of cat pudding, but it would not touch chicken, duck, fish, meat, or shrimp. In this regard, the other one performed better than it, but Siamese was too naughty and broke a dozen of my egg noodles in one breath without changing its color.

British shorthairs shed very, very, very badly, and most of it is fluff, which is all over the house. If you open the window for a long time, it will be blown into curls and fly out. People nicknamed it a hair-shedding monster. The clothes, pants, sofas, floors, beds and various corners of the house are covered with its hair. If you wet your hands and touch anything, your hands will be covered with hair.

You said vacuum cleaner? Sure, vacuum every morning and evening during the shedding season!!

It is very clingy, but only to the extent that it clings to me, rubbing against me and snoring non-stop, but I won’t let you hold it. If you hold it, it will struggle desperately and then run away (with its own miserable sound effects).

It is very smart. The doors, cabinets, drawers, faucets in the house…will not open without it, only whether it wants to open.

I still don’t understand its world.