My tabby cat is nicknamed Niuqiu, a poor little cat picked up by his father . Tabby cats have the word “Li” in front of their names. If it hadn’t been for the fact that they couldn’t become spirits after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, they would have been able to speak long ago.
My tabby cat is nicknamed Niuqiu, a poor little cat picked up by his father.
At that time, he followed the local cat tyrant Ah Huang in the hospital to eat and drink. Ah Huang is a chrysanthemum cat weighing more than 12 kilograms. He is good at teasing the little nurses with his pink meat pads and snow-white belly. He successfully settled down in the dormitory stairwell, and the cat food in the cat bowl was never empty. Niuqiu, who became Ah Huang’s little brother, was only three or four months old at the time. His drooping eyes showed endless sorrow. He walked with his neck shrunk and his head down, following Ah Huang. Then he was teased by his boyfriend who had nothing to do after work, “Stop! Meow!”.
The little silly egg really stood still at that time, allowing his future father to rub his head, pinch his paws and touch his balls… and finally packed it up and took it back to the dormitory. The whole process was silent and well-behaved.
After feeding the cat food (stolen from Ah Huang’s bowl), Little Silly wanted to go to the toilet. He explained for a long time but was not understood. He was anxious and insisted not to relieve himself anywhere. After his father opened the toilet door, he rushed in to find a corner to relieve himself and even tried to bury it.
So his father was moved by the well-behaved and civilized hygiene habits of Loach. Thinking that Suzhou in December could freeze people, he took Loach home. The first time Loach saw me, he lay on my lap, not making any noise, but sticking to me warmly, with his little head dizzy on my palm, a small lump. Even without pink pads, Ah Niang’s heart melted into spring water!
So this cunning little tabby cat wore a mask of being well-behaved and sensible, tucked his tail between his legs to act like a cat, and seriously acted cute to every family member. Finally, with his superb acting skills, he won the permanent residence right of the family.
When he is not acting cute, he looks like a legitimate successor to socialism with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
After the second month at home, the little devil’s nature could no longer be restrained. He could climb on his father’s back to enjoy the scenery.
He could directly attack his father to stop his pentakill.
He ate, slept, and beat his old mother every day, and mastered the strange skill of opening doors and cabinets and jumping to the highest point of the cabinet to eat flowers. In the summer, my father shaved his hair to prevent heatstroke. The hairdresser was extremely unreliable. Niuqiu dared not say anything, but could only work harder to destroy the sofa mat and even my father’s slippers.
After changing jobs, I moved to an old house near a subway station. The decoration style was that of the 1980s. Fortunately, the space was large, and Niuqiu could walk back and forth between two rooms and the living room. Then his biological clock began to be reversed by the impact of moving. He could no longer crawl into the quilt before going to bed to touch the soles of my feet, or sleep next to his old mother’s pillow. The little silly boy began to suffer from insomnia at night. After making sure I was asleep, he would wail in high pitch (not in heat), and he could sing several notes in one breath. The first-time cat mom was driven crazy by the pain of not being able to sleep continuously. She took the loach’s nest, food bowl and toilet and locked her stupid son in a small room with a rotating handle.
In less than ten minutes, he fumbled to open the door. Then he stood at the door of my room, calling “Ama” in a long and short voice, trying to jump up to open the second obstacle. To be honest, this kind of lock from the 1980s has no insurance function at all. Ama gave up the idea of locking him up and could only arrange several bedtime exercises for Loach in the sleep rescue plan. No matter how depressed he was during the day on weekends, he would not let him sleep. A few days
ago, I had a quarrel with Loach’s father and hid in the small room, taking my stupid son with me. After locking the door, he performed real skills in front of me, jumping and standing, rotating the lock with his right paw, and steering with one hand. He deliberately propped his left paw on the door, pretending that he couldn’t open it, and turned back to shout at me. Yes, yes, your IQ will drop when Ama is in front of you, and you can’t expose your strength. If you have the ability, you can still be so pitiful and unable to open anything when your mother locks you up in a small room.
Finally, here are some pictures of Loach’s charming rolling posture.
Time has always been a butcher’s knife.
I came up and saw so many likes all of a sudden, I was moved. Here are some color-adjusted cat photos for everyone to admire.
Love!
Brand new Loach in 2018!
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