I have been thinking about this question
for a long time. Later I
found out that he really loves me. At least I think so.
I always think that because I give him food, he needs me to give him food. I = food. Including welcoming me home and so on. It’s just because there is no food, I will give him food when I come back. Later ,
my grandma would add food to the cat for me when I was at work. Anyway, when I come back, there is always rice in the cat food.
And my cat, never, never, since the day I picked him up, has never called me to get up in the morning to make food for him. As long as I don’t sit up, he won’t call, even if he knows I’m awake, he will just lie there and play with his phone. When he is hungry, he will just look at me silently, or lie down and wait for me to get up. I get up at 12 o’clock and wait until 12 o’clock, and only when I sit up, he will start to call. Say there is no food. Later
I found out that my grandma got up earlier than me, so my cat didn’t need to look for me. My grandma got up and went straight to my grandma. After eating, he came back and slept with me.
But even so, he still ran out to greet me as soon as possible. He wanted to wait for me at the door two hours in advance.
If I went home early, my grandma would know if I was back just by looking at the cat’s movements. Only when I came back, the cat would instantly stand up and look out the door regardless of whether it was sleeping or not.
I think he must really love me.
Later, I thought he must think that I would give him meat every time I went home. Cat food is important, but he wants to eat meat more. I = meat.
But my grandma also gave him meat later, every meal.
My uncles also gave him meat. When we eat shrimps at the table at home, we give him the shrimp head, and he will leave after eating. Greeting? Impossible. At most, he will wave in front of you at mealtime, and if you want food, he will rub it, and if you give it to him, he will eat it. If he doesn’t like it or doesn’t give it to you, he will leave immediately.
But as long as I get home from work, he will bark like crazy if he can’t see me for a minute, looking for me everywhere in the house.
He won’t bark if he finds me. If he can’t find me, he will keep barking.
So I think he must really love me.
I also think my cat likes me because I play with him, I = playmate.
Later I bought a few automatic toys. Turn on the switch and the cat can play for a long time. He can see it, it’s not my hands that are moving.
Even if the toys are not turned on sometimes, he will find a thread to play with. After playing, he will come to rub against me.
Guess what? Wherever I sit, my cat will sit.
If it’s not on the bed, my cat will never get on the bed. He only plays on his own little cushion.
But when I sit on the bed, he will be like a follower. He will jump up and sit on the bed immediately.
I also suspect that he likes me because I scratch him. I = make him feel comfortable.
For a while, I had to apply ear cleaning medicine to him every day. I didn’t scratch him anymore.
He just stayed quietly beside me, and he would never scratch me no matter how I fiddled with it. And he also learned the skill of covering his feet. It’s not the kind that can be done by stuffing your feet into his belly, but the kind of skill that will hold your feet and cover your feet if you put them in.
I see other cats snore only when you scratch them. Dahua starts snoring whenever I sit next to him or lie down with me. He can snore for 5 minutes without being touched. If I touch him during this time, it’s terrible. He will snore for a long time.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, I am so sleepy and ready to sleep. He runs over to me and is ready to sleep with me. He is snoring on the way over. It is so noisy_(:з」∠)_ that I kicked him off
. I also beat him up during that time.
He always runs to the shelf, and there is a phone on the shelf. Every night when you are sleeping soundly, he will press the button to adjust the ring tone of the phone, and then the ring tone will ring loudly. Just like the Ring. The first time I was scared to death. I thought something was wrong. I endured it for several days. This was the first time I wanted to beat him up since I was a child. I was really furious. Horror movies started playing in my mind. Then I found out it was him! I
picked him up and pointed at the phone to let him look at the phone, patted his head, and then put a double-sided tape on the phone, ready to stick his paws if I went up to it again. Well, he would never go up again.
My grandma once once shit because he was in bed. (In the past few days, he did not shit for two or three days. He didn’t hold on the bed that day. He was a particularly hard shit ball like sheep dung eggs. My grandma saw a black ball on the bed, and picked it up. Afew times. Now girlfriends are still playing with my cat, and he watched next to him. I will deworm him when I see him (my cat deworms every month). Check his health.
I have also called my cat out to play. I can go if I want. Anyway, I always put a one-way call collar on my cat when it goes out.
Once, I was at work. The weather was bad and it was going to rain, so I checked the location on my phone. My colleague asked me what I was doing.
I said it was going to rain and I was going to see where my cat was. If he was outside, I would let him go home.
Then my colleague looked at my phone and said, “Do you think your cat will come back just by calling him?”
I said, “Just wait and see.” I blocked lunch.
Then I sent a voice message to him, “Dahua, go home.”
Then he looked at the screen. The cat, who was running around my house and had no intention of going home, ran straight home.
It was home in less than 3 minutes. To prove it, I even called my grandmother to ask if the cat had returned. My grandmother said that the cat would look for you as soon as it came back.
Speaking of this scumbag cat, he also took my cat away for a while and I didn’t know where he ran away. He didn’t go home for a month. In addition, the collar was not charged and he didn’t bring it with him.
I was looking for him like crazy at that time. One day, on my way home, I habitually called Dahua’s name.
Then I heard a cat meowing on the roof. I looked and it was really my cat. My dad wanted to go up there. But my cat ran away when he saw my dad popping his head out. I wanted to come over when I went up, but I didn’t dare to. But I kept wandering. Later I came over. I took him home. Maybe he got lost. At that time, his collar ran out of battery and I forgot to put it on him when he went out.
There was a period of time when our whole family went out for a trip and left Dahua at my friend’s house for a week. In the first two days, others told me that Dahua didn’t eat or drink and hid under the bed. I said it was okay, it would be fine after two days, and he would come out when he was hungry. He was timid and afraid of people.
On the fourth day, my friend said that he saw your cat going to the toilet these days, but he still didn’t eat much, there was a little less cat food, and he didn’t eat much meat. My friend had no choice. He said he could only wait for you to come back.
Until I came back on the sixth day, my cat had been hiding in his house. I went out carefully when I went, and then hurried home to eat and sleep. That night,
I was hanging on me. Scratching him, it’s not me who gave him toys.
I think I must have been sick to doubt my cat at that time. I was still thinking about testing her feelings for me.
When I picked him up, my uncle said that many people outside were feeding stray cats. He had seen him, but he would not approach anyone. He would run away when he saw people. He would not dare to come out to eat when there was no one
around. I don’t know how I picked him up. I don’t know either. I never feed stray cats, and I don’t know where they are. I just knew that I saw a cat-like thing that seemed to run under the car that day, and I wanted to call it out and pet it a few times. Who would have thought that I didn’t even have any food on me, so I squatted there and called a few times, and it came out. When it came out, it let me touch and hold it, and went home with me.
I took a bath when I got home, and it didn’t make a fuss or cry during the bath.
Then it followed me for more than four years. I was terrified not long after I picked it up. Was this someone else’s lost cat? After all, I would never throw away such a cat in my life. At that time, I was still checking the people nearby and Weibo to see if there was anyone who had lost a cat. Fortunately, no one wanted to leave.
It must be that my misery of not having a cat to love moved God, so he gave me Dahua.
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