My grandparents raised a tabby cat at home.

My grandparents raised a tabby cat at home. My hometown is in the countryside. My grandparents raised a tabby cat at home, a real and pure tabby cat. I don’t remember how many years it has been, but it has been in my house since I was a freshman. Now I am a second-year graduate student.

When I was a junior, my parents went back to build a new house on another piece of land. The straight-line distance from the original old house is about 500 to 600 meters. Remember, it is the straight-line distance, because my hometown is in the mountains in the countryside, so the actual distance is still a little far. My parents had just finished repairing the first floor, that is, they had just laid cement on the first floor. When the cement was not completely dry, my cat went to step on it by itself, leaving a long strip of footprints, and then I didn’t care, just stepped on it.

Now the house is forever engraved with its footprints. Later, the house was repaired and the old house was to be demolished. When we moved, it followed us to the new house by itself.

I think my cat is conscious. At the beginning, it deliberately came to check the place and announced that this was also its new house. Later, it moved in with us by itself.

In addition, you know that dogs can be taken for a walk, but you don’t know that cats can also be taken for a walk. When I am at home, I often call my cat to walk along the road. In fact, it may be that it is walking with me, because it always sniffs here and there on the road, and I have to wait for it in front. But there is one thing, if I don’t move forward, it will not move forward either. I guess it is afraid. It will be safer with me. We can walk very far. The farthest time, we walked to my grandmother’s house, a mountain road, and it took about ten minutes to ride a bike.

Another time, it ran to the ditch on the mountain to catch birds. I kept calling it for more than half an hour and it didn’t come out, so I went back. Fortunately, it followed me back. That time, it was a bit far, and I was worried that it couldn’t find the way home. Since then, I dare not take it too far. It is safer near home.

By the way, it likes to eat noodles. It is probably because grandparents often fed it noodles when it was a child. Now every morning when I make breakfast at home, I will cook a bowl of noodles for it separately. I have to use vegetable oil. It doesn’t like lard very much.

But it is really a wimp, and is often bullied by another big cat in the village. When I was at home, I could still help it. I remember one time it was chased to the door by the big cat, and it ran over howling all the way, and I had to help it. Now I am not at home, and the adults at home will not care about these little things between cats. I hope it will be bullied less.

Here are a few photos of the melon cat:

The melon cat eats

grass carp . It was still alive when I bought it and raised it for two days. During these two days, the melon cat often hovered next to it. Finally,

the melon cat succeeded.