I’ll be updating the daily life of this cat for a long time…
It’s really not easy to raise at all!
At least the little kitten I picked up.
To be clear in advance, I’m extremely afraid of small, furry animals… I don’t even dare to touch them. I’m still too scared to touch my friend’s hamster.
Two weeks after picking it up, during these two weeks, I once suspected that I had schizophrenia.
At that time, I saw three little kittens in the grass upstairs. They meowed at me. I should have left without looking back.
Next, I made a decision that I’ll regret for the rest of my life…
I, somehow, picked them all up…
All of this was just the beginning of my troubles… I never expected that I, a person who is so laid – back and hadn’t shed a tear in nearly five years, a normal human being,would several times in the middle of the night look at this cute and naughty kitten, with tears glistening in my eyes, unable to speak because of the lump in my throat… being tortured beyond recognition. But I’ll talk about that later…
I gave two of the kittens to a friend who raises cats, and one kitten had no one to claim it. My parents didn’t really want to raise it, so I had to travel a long way to bring it to my own place.
Now comes the climax…
In those two weeks, I got less than five hours of sleep every day. For the first two days, this cat neither ate nor drank and kept meowing. When I was about to sleep, it was meowing. When I finally managed to fall asleep amidst the meowing, it might still be meowing. I slept for less than five hours and was woken up by the cat again. All I could hear in my ears every day was “meow – meow – meow”, and I couldn’t hear any other sounds. Later, it finally quieted down and didn’t meow as much. I thought things were getting better. But! Damn it, it started biting, scratching, and clawing at me. Every day, it hid in an inconspicuous corner, waiting for the right moment to bite me and then running away satisfied… It’s all thanks to this cat that I’ve changed from someone who is afraid of furry animals to this state. Later, it seemed to stop hiding from me and seemed to want to make peace. It licked my hand every day… Just when I thought my wonderful life of having a cat to pet was about to begin, I accidentally opened my pillow… Some black, unidentified lumps made me think again.
Then came endless breakdowns… Then I searched every corner of the bed… and looked at the cute kitten that was biting my shoe. In that situation, I couldn’t do anything. Dragging my bruised body, I slumped in this room filled with a strong, pungent cat smell and opened Baidu to search for various ways to cook cat meat… I didn’t know what else I could do. Should I yell at this stupid cat as usual or clean up the room that the cat had messed up again?… But this cat hadn’t eaten for three days and had no meat on its body at all. So I chose to forgive it again, planning to fatten it up a bit before taking action… Later, finally, under my patient guidance, it learned to drink milk from a bottle. So every three hours from then on, a kitten that had emerged from under the bed, or from the trash can, or from a messy corner would climb onto my bed, step on me, stick to my face, and meow loudly… It was like this during the day and also at night. If I didn’t respond to it within ten seconds, it would use its claws to scratch my exposed skin hard, leaving marks of “love” on me.
One day, when I was about to change my position to keep surfing the Internet, I felt something wet on my right cheek. In an instant, a million possibilities flashed through my mind. I suddenly looked… Just as I had guessed……. And the “criminal” had already fled the scene…. At this moment, my mood was calmer than ever. I calmly got out of bed, went to the toilet to wash my face, turned the pillow over, and continued surfing the Internet as if nothing had happened…
Since raising this cat, every night when it’s quiet, I can’t stop blaming myself and regretting. Looking at the cat’s sleeping face, a sense of powerlessness wells up from the bottom of my heart, and I don’t know why.
Let’s stop here for now… Oh, by the way, it still can’t use the litter box and can’t feed itself yet.
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