My tabby cat is adopted. It has black feet.

My tabby cat is adopted. It has black feet.

My tabby cat is adopted. It has black feet.

Hahaha, it depends on the cat. My Dali cat is adopted. It has black feet. Its mother is tabby and its father is orange. Although her parents are stray cats, she is lucky and has never suffered. Of course, she has not lived a very good life. She only gets cat food and occasional snacks. She is very timid, but she is also very fierce when she is extremely afraid. She has never been fierce to her family members. But when she was sterilized before, her little claws cut the nurse’s wrist, and there was a big bloody wound. It didn’t eat a drop of water for two weeks after it was adopted. It really didn’t eat anything.

It just hid in a small gap. Even its posture didn’t change. I almost gave up and wanted to send it back. Suddenly one day, she came out to eat and came to my family, but I was still wary. She would be scared away by large movements. Now she has become a clingy person. Every day when I go home, I can hear her howling at the door, and I can hear the footsteps of my family members. I go to wait in advance. It’s a live doorbell. She won’t get angry no matter how you touch her, and will occasionally pretend to bite you to scare you. If you don’t let her hold you, she will stay in your arms obediently for thirty or forty seconds if you force her to, but she will swear at you. However, the vitality of the tabby cat is really strong. Due to the epidemic, she was not vaccinated in time, and as a result, she went into heat during this period, and unfortunately she got pyometra, but it was completely invisible.

She was still lively and active every day, eating and drinking, but she was very thin during that period and often licked her butt. I had no choice but to have the surgery without any vaccinations. The operation was very successful, but she was not very energetic for two weeks. I was afraid that she would jump around, so I made a nest on the ground. She would not sleep, and would still jump onto the bed with difficulty every day. The headgear made her very inflexible, and she stumbled when she walked. She also insisted on jumping onto the cat climbing frame. The doctor said not to worry, and that the fact that she could jump meant that she could withstand the pain. The headgear often hit the frame and then fell off. It was so painful to see. She didn’t eat for a few days after she came back from the operation. My mother fed her fish meat one bite at a time, and she only ate a little. I thought she would resist when I applied iodine, but she cooperated very well. She turned over on her belly and didn’t move.

In short, the tabby cat is really not squeamish, it is easy to raise, and rarely gets sick, but it is true that she doesn’t eat egg yolks. When I rented a house before, I didn’t cook, and she got used to it very well, never scratching the trash can, and she also loved to eat cat food, and she had a big appetite. Now that I live at home, she loves to scratch the trash can, and she doesn’t like to eat cat food either, and she will only take a few bites when she is really hungry. She has eaten ham sausage and grass shrimp heads in the trash can, and her taste has become very picky now. [Covering face] She often messes up the trash can and scratches the sofa and is scolded by my mother. She is thick-skinned and timid. After getting familiar with my family, she becomes more and more arrogant. When she is unhappy, she slaps my brother, and when he does his homework, she presses other people’s books with her buttocks. She is a professional troublemaker.

She doesn’t like to go out. Yes, you heard it right. She never goes out. She won’t go out even if the door is open, but she will stick her head out to look. One time, I looked back every few steps to coax her out, and someone came up the stairs. I was so scared that I ran back quickly, but I couldn’t tell the floors apart. I ran to the door of the second floor and screamed wildly (my house is on the third floor). Her screams were particularly shrill. She wouldn’t leave even if I called her. She was stubborn, so I had to carry her away ~ only then could I find my home. The picture shows my silly kid. He is a coward.

Stupid and cute


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