When I was 10 years old, we went to Florida to visit our family. Just a few days ago, their beautiful and sleek cute cat gave birth to a kitten. All kittens look like their mothers. Before that, I had never seen a small animal with my own eyes, nor had I kept a pet. After about three or four weeks, one of the male cats became very fond of me and would follow me-and only follow me-around the house. Whenever I sleep, even if I take a nap, he will let his mother and brothers and sisters slowly and steadily climb the blanket beside the bed and let him sleep under my left armpit. Everyone is surprised by this. I fell in love with this kitten so much that my parents asked me to take it home a few weeks later. I named it Wobbles because it was still learning to walk when it was with me, so it was very unstable. He also has a very cute and exaggerated hip swing when he is preparing to pounce.
Swing-six weeks (forgive my ambiguity; At that time, I was only 10 years old, and the iPhone had not been invented)
As he grew up, he became the cutest cat, so affectionate. Adult cats no longer sleep under my armpits, but on my left shoulder, sometimes biting my earlobe gently like a kiss. As a boy who is about to enter adolescence, I can't understand what others mean when they say that cats are snobbish, independent and inferior to dogs. My cat is not those things! He is very kind, likes to be with me, is very smart, obeys my orders without training, and even plays catch games. Somehow, it learned to meow at me to seek permission for certain things, including jumping into my bed and sleeping with me at night. It would sit there and wait patiently and stare at me until I said "yes".
Stumbling-2 years old (with a friend's cat)
/kloc-When he was 0/6 years old, he developed a long-distance relationship with an "online boyfriend" who lived in another state in the United States. At that time, I had already taken advanced courses in the university, but I still loved my cat and paid close attention to it. He is my precious son. After all, I raised him. Even the vet called me his father. 14, 15 years old sounded cool. )
After a year of long-distance love, my boyfriend (and his mother) and I are going to visit him on 18. I will stay there for a whole month.
That will be the first time I have stayed away from jitter for a long time. He is almost eight years old. But I'm really looking forward to seeing my boyfriend. I don't think there will be any problem. Although I made a lot of efforts and paid bribes in good faith, no one could take care of the swing for a whole month. I have left home and my parents live in another state. My only choice is to find a kennel that can keep him for a month. It's a little expensive, but I have enough money to pay for it, because I have saved up money for a year to visit my boyfriend in California. So I put Stagger in the kennel, hugged him and kissed him. I was satisfied that everything was fine until I came back in June.
I had a wonderful time with my boyfriend. I'm sad that this month has passed so quickly, but I'm looking forward to going home and reuniting with my baby son.
When I went to the kennel to pick him up, the staff was very surprised that I was there. "He doesn't know?" So-and-so didn't call him to tell him? ""... tell me what ... "
Less than three days after the rickety dog was sent to the kennel, it developed severe diarrhea and curled up in a corner of the cage without eating or drinking. He was very ill and dehydrated, so they had to send him to the vet. From what I found out later, my departure and his new environment caused him such a big impact that he couldn't bear it mentally and physically. The vet said it was too much and too painful, and she had no choice but to euthanize it. Nobody called to tell me. I'm completely ruined.