I feel that if you describe a blue cat only with words like “gentle” or “lively”, it seems that you don’t really own a standard blue cat.
My cat is one and a half years old. Since it doesn’t urinate or meow randomly and doesn’t make a mess, I haven’t had it neutered. Compared with other cats, blue cats can be said to be quite unique among those that are gentle and affectionate. They are smart, have their own little thoughts, and can flexibly switch between being clingy and independent.
When it has needs, it will look for people. Whether it’s asking for food, water, after pooping, wanting to be groomed, wanting to be petted, or wanting a hug, it will find someone for each situation. If the person is busy, you can see a cat squatting obediently and attentively waiting beside.
Maybe because it’s not neutered (not sure if there’s a connection), although it’s an adult cat at one and a half years old, its personality is still lively. It can play by itself. When it was a kitten, it loved to run around the house “doing parkour”, and even now that it’s grown up, it often runs around for fun by itself, from one room to another, jumping from the end of the bed to the sofa, and from the table into the cardboard box. But it doesn’t cause much damage, isn’t noisy, and can communicate.
Of course, for example, when I’m working at the desk, small items like pen caps are definitely irresistible to the little cat. It will surely knock them to the ground, or simply sit on the papers with its whole butt and squeeze around until I ask it to move so that I can continue working.
Overall, it likes to respond and interact with people. If we haven’t seen each other for a while, it will come, meowing and asking to be hugged, or climb onto me, arching its head to ask to be petted. After being petted, it can even lie on me and take a nap. But most of the time, it won’t be clingy to people for too long and will go to stay by itself. At this time, it’s as if… there’s no cat at all.
If you look for the cat everywhere, you may find it sleeping in its nest, or in a bookshelf compartment, or on a reading chair, or on a small sofa, or it may be squatting on the windowsill, staring outside in a daze.
It likes plants (but doesn’t bite them), likes brooms, likes lint rollers, likes cardboard boxes, likes to play hide – and – seek with anything that moves regularly, and after pooping, it likes to run around the house in a regular route.
When I miss the cat, I call it. One call, two calls, no more than three calls. No matter where it was before, it will surely appear in front of me at this time, meowing in response to me and trotting over. It makes me feel that this is really a little cat that loves me very much – not just a “little cat that belongs to me”.
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