When I picked him up, he was probably only one or two months old. I met him at the subway entrance after work. Several people were around feeding him chicken cutlets, and he was gobbling them up. He must have been really hungry. Later, I asked around, but no one was willing to take him home. When everyone left and I was the only one left, I found a KFC bag and took him home.
When he first got home, he was extremely shy. He would always hide in the corners, and I would often lose sight of him, which made me quite nervous.
However, when he was a kitten, he was clingy and didn’t try to bite, or at least not really bite. The so – called “kneading” behavior appeared once, like a flash in the pan, and I’ve never experienced that again.
As he grew a bit older, apart from not allowing petting, he was quite obedient. But he was overly active, running around all day, dashing from the living room to the bedroom and back. He seemed rather neurotic, curious about everything: plastic bags, wires, cardboard boxes, plants, and even his own tail.
After dinner every day, I would play with him for a while, like having a mock fight, and he never backed down.
When he caught a mouse, his fur was practically standing on end in excitement.
The most amazing thing was when he climbed almost to the ceiling along the window screen. He was really something, and that’s how he got his current name: Gecko. It’s as if he wants to reach the sky.He seems to love it, looking all relaxed and enjoying himself, like taking a bath.
Men are all scoundrels.
One amazing thing is his harmonious co – existence with the fish I raised. From being curious and peeking at the beginning, to later getting along peacefully, and he even drinks water from the fish tank every day. I bet the fish must be terrified.
Occasionally, he looks deep in thought, staring intently out of the window. Since I picked him up from outside, he hasn’t been out of the house. I wonder if he still remembers the outside world. Maybe he misses it.
He also does some really strange moves and poses, which are really funny.
Since he wakes up early and starts making noise as soon as he wakes up, on weekdays, I usually don’t let him sleep in my bedroom because I want to sleep a bit more. But he still wants to sleep with me. Every night, he scratches the door for a while before going to sleep. On weekends, I make an exception and let him sleep wherever he wants, thus the unrestrained sleeping postures below.
When he’s probably tired from playing, he sleeps as if no one else is around, with his purring sound, which somehow makes me feel at ease. It’s really late at night.
Good night!
Continued update…
At 6 months old, he’s already a handsome young cat, showing signs of his charm.
He’s practically drooling over the squid snacks.
I’ve noticed that he’s getting a bit chubby lately. He weighs six pounds now. Promise me, don’t turn into a fat cat. I want you to be as light as a swallow, agile and quick. Starting from this week, it’s time for a diet.
The weather in Shanghai is getting cold. Let’s see how long you can keep your aloof attitude. If you’re so tough, don’t rub against me, and don’t get into my bed.
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