Coke is a cute and naughty kitten.
But if calculated based on age, she should be considered an old cat now.
And in my eyes, I can always recall her cute appearance when she first came home as a child.
So much so that I ignored the growth in her body shape that time had brought to her, as well as the increasingly cunning look in her round eyes.
The fur on her back is yellow with brown stripes, making her look like a close relative of a tiger. The hair on his belly is snow-white, and it looks like a man wearing a tiger fur coat wearing a white bellyband. It looks very interesting.
There is a pair of big eyes on the straight face. One is brown and one is blue like the sea.
Unfortunately, the blue eyes, because the inner eyelids have hair, are always slightly closed, and the pool of blue is also closed.
Its cry is soft and soft, but also full of cleverness.
She is usually as arrogant as a princess and is indifferent to others. However, when she has a need, she will come to you, call you affectionately, and even rub your legs and hands.
Don’t be fooled by her sugar-coated bombshell. Her princess temper is quite troublesome.
When the princess loses her temper, she uses two tricks to deal with people. They are simple, direct and brutal, but they make people miserable and make them run away.
Once, she came to invite me to play with her as usual, but I was busy writing and ignored her.
She screamed a few more times without giving up, but I still ignored her. Now she was angry.
She meowed, stretched out her paws and patted me. Not only did she pat me, but she also showed her sharp claws.
The claw suddenly hooked on my body, causing me to scream in pain, and she immediately turned around and ran away.
I turned my back to look for her, but she stopped and stood at the door without running a few steps, tilting her head to look at me.
Seeing that I seemed to be about to get up and walk towards her, she meowed and hurriedly ran away through the door. The panic in her face made me suspect that she did this on purpose.
Otherwise, why would my child always show off to me? Cola never shows his claws when touching him.
Cola is my first cat. I have been accustomed to living an exclusive life since I was a child.
Later, I picked up and adopted cats one after another, and Coke actually made me feel emotional.
She will get angry at other cats and bite them when she is in a bad mood to show her boss status.
Of course, through her unremitting efforts, Cat Three, Cat Four, Cat Five... all respected her as the boss and basically stepped aside in front of her.
After establishing his own status, Coke became gentle. He would give the kitten the first bite of delicious food and would sleep with the kitten in his arms.
But she has a strong jealousy. If we ignore the kitten and neglect her, she will be angry.
Her angry behavior often makes people lament that it is simply not the behavior a cat should have. She would be awkward and wouldn't let us hold her, wouldn't let us get close, and would be naughty and create a smell in the house.
Once, I gave a piece of newly dried chicken breast to the kitten in a moment of joy. After giving it to me, I found Coke looking directly at me on the side. I secretly screamed, so I hurriedly took it. He handed a piece to her.
But she didn’t want it. She looked at me, turned her back and left.
I felt strange, but at the same time I was confident, thinking that everything was settled.
Unexpectedly, within an hour, there would be a pile of cat daddy on the sofa. I observed angrily, and after removing the kitten, I yelled: "Coke!" She glanced at the sofa as she was passing by me, meowed, and slipped off the bed.
I took out the food and asked her to come out. She couldn't help but put her head out, walked towards me cautiously, and stopped when she was 2 meters away from me.
I scolded her angrily, "Did you do that on the sofa?"
She actually understood what I said, turned around and ran back under the bed, no matter how much she said hello. came out.
When I first discovered that she was making poop everywhere, I was so worried that I thought there was something wrong with her intestinal tract, so I hurriedly took her to the pet hospital.
After a series of examinations, the doctor announced that the examination results were normal. After asking about her daily behavior and other pets at home, the doctor said that she had a psychological and behavioral problem.
I had no choice but to be extra careful when taking care of her, but there were still times when she would be unhappy. Naturally, I was the only one who could endure the offensive attack.
Self-reflection, I have always been stuck in writing recently. It may have something to do with my thoughts and emotions. I hope I can sort it out quickly.