My first cat was called Zaizai.

My first cat was called Zaizai.

Whether it is a purebred cat or a tabby cat, raising a cat is not raising a cat, but learning to get along with another life.

There is a sentence that I forgot where I saw it. It means that when you bring a small animal home, there may be many important people in your future life, but for it, there is only you in its future life.

In the process of getting along with my cat, I feel that I am not as simple as taming an animal.

My first cat, called Zaizai, is a Chinese rural cat.

At that time, I was running a youth hostel and there was a very nice yard. Zaizai was a wild cat and came by himself. A friend fed him cat food and he didn’t leave.

Zaizai is very lively and is a cute little male cat. He runs up and down in the small building every day. Many guests like him and often hug him and threaten to take him away. There are also guests who fly back from other places just for him.

The way Zaizai takes a nap is in the yard. The sun is big and he sleeps soundly.

I am not very good at raising cats. My business is very busy. It is an open environment. I raise cats in a large yard. There are guests coming and going every day. The only thing I can do is to deworm and feed them regularly. Zaizai is also very clingy. He sneaks into my room at night and wants to sleep next to me. It is really a healing thing to hold him after a busy day.

Later, Zaizai grew up and went into heat.

Many people told me that I had to do sterilization surgery quickly. There were too many wild cats nearby. If other female cats got pregnant, they would really give birth to a litter of cats.

I hurriedly took Zaizai to get sterilized, and then I took Zaizai, who had not woken up after anesthesia, home again. I poured food and water for him according to the doctor’s instructions and waited for him to wake up.

In the morning, guests came and I was busy receiving them. In the blink of an eye, Zaizai, who was still sleeping on my bed, disappeared. It seemed that he had eaten some cat food and drank water. I was relieved. If he could eat, then he was fine. I looked around the yard, but I didn’t see him either.

I thought it was just like usual, I don’t know where to hide to play. I should continue to be busy.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, a person came to me in a panic and said, Xiaole, a cat drowned in the well next to me. I think it looks a bit like Zaizai.

I can’t write any more after this. Anyway, Zaizai was drowned. The reason is still unknown.

I am not only blaming myself, but more angry with myself.

A lovely life, a helpless life. Disappeared because of my negligence.

For a long time, I dared not mention raising a cat again. This is a pain point of mine. Of course, I am not so worried that I can’t sleep at night, but when I think about raising a cat, I feel that I am not worthy.

Zaizai sleeps with other cats who come to live in my youth hostel. He is really a very cute cat.