The more I raise him, the more I love him. My tabby cat Doudou (3)
is as timid as a mouse. When someone comes to our house, he hides and usually jumps onto the wardrobe. The wardrobe in our new house is taller, but Doudou’s jumping ability is also better. Look at the picture above, he looks scared. This is because the people who came to see the house were scared. It’s pitiful and funny. Last October 1st, my mother came to my house and stayed for five days. My husband went back to his hometown. It happened that my mother and I slept in the same bed. Doudou usually slept between my husband and my legs. After moving to the new house, the two double beds were put together, and there was a spacious space above our heads, so he slept above our heads.
The first night my mother came, we went to bed, and he squatted at the door to watch my mother. He was in that position before I fell asleep and after I woke up. Could he have been staring at him all night without sleeping? What a little fool! On the first day, my mother couldn’t get close to him, even if she gave him delicious food. On the second day, she could feed him snacks and go to bed. On the third day, she could touch him a few times. On the fourth day, she was basically relaxed. On the fifth day, my mother passed away. Later, my husband came back and left home for four months. I thought Doudou would forget him. When my husband came in, Doudou was hiding in the corner alertly, looking at him with his head exposed. I told my husband to call his name. After calling twice, Doudou ran to greet him.
Now we have moved to an old house in Fengtai. It is transparent from north to south, but there is a sunshade on the balcony, so the sun can’t get in. Doudou can’t bask in the sun. He must miss the glass coffee table on the windowsill. He lay on it and the sun shone on his body. It would be great to jump on the bed when he was hot. I will wait five years before renting a house to see if the sun can come in! I remember the day we just moved in. I was holding Maobao, and he kept calling and licking his nose inside.
The white hair on his nose was wet. He was afraid of Maobao before, because I took him out a few times, and seeing Maobao reminded him of going out. He was afraid of cats because he was unfamiliar with the place. A month before moving, I put his favorite catnip in the cat bag and fed it to him. After eating, he can come out by himself. Gradually, he is not afraid of it, so I zip it up and let him out for a while. After accepting the cat bag, it is not so difficult to put him in the cat bag during the move.
I often call him Douzai. Douzai has no taboos at home. If he doesn’t step on the dish with vegetables or the bowl with rice, I won’t stop him. Of course, he hasn’t done such a stupid thing. Some people will say that it is so dirty for pets to go to the bed and the table. I want to say that he washes his face after eating, takes a bath before going to bed, and licks it when he has nothing to do. I can’t do this frequency of bathing and washing my face. It’s good that he doesn’t dislike this dirty house. And I deworm it regularly inside and outside. I don’t have mysophobia, I can accept him, and he can accept me. Recently, his work and rest schedule is the same as ours.
As long as there is no food, he won’t call me. When I am at home, I only give him homemade cat food. When I am not at home, I give him enough cat food, just a little cat food, to prevent him from being unable to eat and getting smelly. Fortunately, he eats everything. If the food I cook is too unpalatable, he will only eat a little bit. I will then cook some of his favorite chicken breast, chicken offal, pork liver, etc. and mix them with the rice he doesn’t like, and then he can eat it. He also doesn’t like dry cat food, so sometimes I just put a little water in it to prevent it from drying out.
After getting familiar with the new home, one day when I was about to go out, he curiously wanted to go out and stroll around the door again. I just had to wait at the door for a while. He didn’t roll around like before, which was good. Otherwise, I would have to go home to wipe the dirt off his body. Somehow he strolled to the third and a half floor. My home is on the third floor. It took less than a minute to get to the fourth floor. The door upstairs in my house opened, and he was so scared that he ran to the house where the door was opened. The sister upstairs asked whose cat it was. I said mine while running upstairs.
Doudou thought it was his own home, which was in the same location. He went into the room on the left side of her house, but it was not right. He turned around and ran to the room on the right, but it was not there either. He stopped and hesitated, and I was afraid that he would be so scared that he would turn around and bite me to death, so I called his name before picking him up and running home. During the time, I chatted with the sister upstairs for a few words and kept apologizing. The sister was very smart, and asked if your home was also in this location. She said I didn’t dare to hold him. I said I would hold him, but I thought to myself that I didn’t dare to hold him suddenly either! The little fool was so scared that he didn’t dare to stroll around the door for at least a week.
Some relatives asked me why I keep that thing. I want to tell them that it is nothing. It is just a simple little cutie waiting for me to get off work every day. It starts meowing before I even walk in the door. It is a furry little cutie accompanying me. No matter what I am doing, it is full of me. It is a soft and tender little cutie playing hide-and-seek with me, hugging and kissing me as I like. It is a little cutie who can chat, and a good-looking little cutie…
I hope all the furry children in the world can live healthy and old!
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