Don’t hit the cat!

Don’t hit the cat!

My cat came to my house less than five months old, and he was a little devil in the first six months.

My stomach, chest, legs, and hands were all swollen red marks or bleeding wounds.

But I didn’t hit him, at most I yelled at him a few times. Just treat it as a little baby. What can a child who is not yet a year old understand?

Although he is just a rural cat (the same cow color as Husky), I give him unlimited supply of good things I can think of, and I made him several nests alone. I coax him in everything, for fear that he will be unhappy at all. Raising your own son is no more than this.

For example, cats like to scratch the sofa. They scratched two sets of living room sofas, three single sofas, and N bags for me. I didn’t yell at him or hit him. I just gently grabbed his little paws to stop him and persuade him with kind words.

For example, when I was sleeping soundly, he suddenly jumped onto my stomach with force and walked around (he weighed 16 pounds). I gently stroked his fur from the top of his head to his back, and let him lie on me directly.

For example, he is quite good at burying cat litter for himself, but I spoil him so much that he always yells at me after he is done, asking me to bury it for him.

For example, every time I bathe him, he is so scared that he grabs me tightly, and scratches small blood holes and blood stripes on my arms and back. I don’t use auxiliary tools to restrict him, but just comfort him while washing.

For example, when I am playing on the computer, he suddenly jumps on my keyboard and lies down, and won’t get up without massage.

There are too many such things, too many to count. In short, I never beat or scold him, but just comfort him blindly. Other cat owners say that I spoil him too much.

But cats are very smart animals. After a long time, after really establishing an inseparable intimate relationship, he will consider me everywhere.

In another month, we will have been together for two years, and he has become a little angel.

Now he never goes to places I don’t like him to go, never touches things I don’t like him to touch (except the sofa, this is really his nature and can’t be changed), and never scratches me or bites me. I don’t need to teach him a lot of things, he can guess it himself.

In fact, I don’t care about many things, but he thinks it may affect me so he doesn’t do it.

For example, when I lie down and prepare to sleep, he will immediately jump to my side and quietly accompany me to sleep, and then quietly go away to play in another room when I am quiet; if the posture is more unrestrained, he will quietly lie on the outside and watch me, afraid of disturbing my sleep and stretching; the next day when I wake up and make a sound, he will run to my side to watch me get up as soon as possible.

If he sees that I can’t fall asleep for a while, he will put his head on my palm or arm.

If I don’t go back to the bedroom to sleep for a long time after the daily rest time, he will run to my bed and shout, ordering me to go to bed and rest quickly.

For example, sometimes I forget to add water and food before going to bed, and he won’t bother me even if he is hungry and thirsty. Even if I don’t remember to get up the next day and I am busy with other things, he won’t disturb me until I find out and add food and water, and then he will immediately run to the small dining table to feast.

The longer I get along with him, the more I ignore that he is a cat, and always think that he is a smart and kind person like me.

You love him, and he loves you too.

Don’t underestimate the IQ of cats, and don’t underestimate the influence of patient companionship.

I caught a stomach flu some time ago and stayed at home for more than a week. He didn’t play or go anywhere the whole day, just lying quietly beside my bed and looking at me with caring eyes. When I recovered from the illness, he returned to his lively nature.