I have raised several cats one after another. They are all children with good personalities. When I was a child, there was an old cat at home. When I first arrived in my hometown, this old cat hated me and did not allow me to touch it. It would scratch me and bite me, but I would never tire of playing with it, talking to it, and happily giving it food after being scratched. Then it slowly stopped scratching me, but still didn't allow me to pet it until it discovered that I was a "cub". After that, it would often catch some mice and put them in front of me. I was very naughty when I was young, and I found it interesting to see the half-dead mice, so I played with them. Later, I left my hometown and never saw the old cat again.

After the internship, with the consent of my roommate, I adopted a three-month-old kitten. This kitten was raised in a store. It was very thin. The owner fed it a small amount of dried salted fish every day. When I held it in my arms, it still had fleas on it. I fell in love with it at first sight. On the way home, I held her tightly on my shoulder. It was still summer at that time, and there were several bloody holes in my shoulder. I just comforted it over and over again, telling it softly, "Don't be afraid, I I won’t hurt you." After spending a long time with it, it changed from being scared and uneasy at the beginning to being reassured and bold, and then it began to compete with me for territory in the home. So I had a fight with it.

I was scratched and bitten by it on my arms and face. It also beat me so much that hair flew all over the living room, and then we both lay exhausted on the sofa in the living room. My roommate also laughed and teased me, saying, "You're still like a child at this age." But this is necessary. It is a free-range cat from the previous family, and it has quite a wild nature. It will not regard you as its "master" or "human being." , it will only treat you as the same "animal" that is similar to it, but larger than it, and cannot hunt. You have to fight with it, prove your strength, and then tell it, "I am the boss. I have the final say in this family, and you have to listen to me."

I never thought that I brought him back just to please me. When I brought him back, I was at the lowest point in my life. I had lost a very important person forever. That kind of thing is always something you know. The despair of knowing that this person no longer exists, but refusing to believe it. Its appearance brought me a little bit of light. Later, I dewormed it internally and externally, vaccinated it, trimmed its nails, and removed ear mites. I bought it cat food, cat litter, canned food, nutritional cream, goat milk powder, etc. Its intestines and stomach are too fragile. As a result of long-term consumption of dried salted fish, its hair is sparse and its chin is black. Even the smallest amount of canned food will cause diarrhea.

I could only buy probiotics and mix them into goat milk powder to slowly help regulate its stomach. Later, we became each other’s genius.Yes, it is very clingy to me. Although it will still stretch out its claws and scratch me accidentally when taking a bath out of fear, it is no longer intentional. After the internship, I entrusted it to my father because I was going to another place. Since I developed a good character here, my father liked it very much and would cook some beef for it from time to time. eat. Until one night, Sanhuaer became seriously ill. She was rolling on the ground in pain and screaming. I was so scared that I put on my clothes, picked her up, and wanted to run to the hospital. It was in so much pain that I couldn’t even recognize it. Its claws stretched out to hook me and bite me. At three o’clock in the morning, I had no way to call for help.

I couldn’t disturb the neighbors, so I had no choice but to carry it out and walk to the park. I held it and sat in the park until morning, watching its body gradually cool down, with more air coming in and less air coming out. I ran to the nearest pet clinic and asked the doctor to see it, but the doctor shook his head and told me that it was hopeless. He gave it a painkiller injection and said that it would not be so painful to walk. …It was winter at the time, and I thought, it’s really cold. I wrapped its lifeless body in my clothes and buried it.

There is a scar at the corner of my eye. Sanhuaer used his last strength to scratch it with his little paw. Those were its newly grown claws, and I hadn't had time to cut them off yet. It probably wanted to touch my face again, but couldn't control its strength. It probably hated me because I couldn't cure it. I once again lost a very important "person" forever. I never treat them as my pets, they are companions and family to me. So sometimes the little guy who has just been picked up may bite or scratch, disobey discipline, or be wild and untamed. Because they don't recognize you as an elder, they think you are no different from them, and you don't even have the ability to hunt, so they won't be convinced.

Cats are actually social animals. They are withdrawn, not easy to obey, and do not like to follow orders. They only reason with those who can beat them. In fact, there is no need for them to obey orders, right? A cat's instinct is to bury its own excrement in sand to cover the smell and avoid natural enemies. As long as the social status between you is determined, then prepare cat litter for it. , it will no longer urinate and poop to mark its territory. Trim its nails regularly and prepare some toys that can consume its energy so that it will stop scratching the sofa. When cats feel stressed, they will scratch to relieve stress. It is useless to fight, order, or scold someone from the position of a person in power. It will only make it hate you more and more. When you bring it home, you will inevitably have a turf war with it, it's just a matter of time.