My tabby cat’s name is “Coke”

My tabby cat’s name is “Coke”. He can distinguish

the tone of my calling “Coke”. If it is gentle, he will look back at me or meow in response. If the tone is raised and he is called

quickly , he can realize that he is making trouble , and he will stop to see my next move. If I don’t take any follow-up action, he will continue to make trouble without fear; if I start to walk towards him, he will stop immediately and jump away and run away. (When he was more than three months old) The tiger roared. Sometimes when Coke made trouble and annoyed me, I would scold him a few words. At this time, he would look at me with his big eyes and then hum a few times to show his weakness. No matter how I called him, he would always look at me with his innocent and innocent big round eyes, and then continue to do what he should do.

Even if I walked up to him angrily and wanted to beat him, he still looked carefree and looked back at me blankly. Second, he had the ability to make logical inductions . Every day after I got home, I would first give them some dried fish or frozen fish as snacks. After a few times, as soon as I got home, Coke would take the initiative to run to the dining area to wait for me, and excitedly scratch the chair (the chair is his favorite cat scratching board, and he would scratch the chair when he was excited) (the chair said, what did I do wrong…) If I didn’t take out the snacks immediately, he would urgently meow to urge me to shovel the shit, hurry up!

In contrast, the golden tabby is just an iron fool driven only by instinct. Only when I open the lid of the food, will a golden and chubby figure run over with short legs. Third, they can clearly express their demands. Tabby cats probably have a bohemian and freedom-loving soul, but Coke, who has been raised in captivity by humans since childhood, has little confidence in his ability to survive in the wild, so the activity he looks forward to most every day is taking me for a walk in the corridor. . . So every day when I go home and give them snacks, they lick (wash) their fur (faces), and Coke starts the most important thing every day: urging me to take him out.

I have tried to let him go out to play by himself, but Coke doesn’t appreciate it. He probably thinks that taking me out to “see the world” is more important than his own freedom. And Coke is a good man who will not give up until he achieves his goal. Even if I ignore him, he will persevere in urging me until I go out with him (the helplessness of an old mother ‍♀️) Shit shoveler, what bad things are you saying about me again! Having said so much, no matter they are smart or stupid, no matter they are cute or naughty, they are all my favorite little babies!