Captain is a black and white cow cat. I adopted him from a rescue center during the epidemic last year. He was named Captain because his eyes are half black and half white. The captain was with her sister at that time, who was also a cow cat. Her sister was more lively and kept interacting with me. The captain sat there far away, staring at me with two eyes, as if my arrival was related to my arrival. He has nothing to do with it. In the end, I chose the captain. Maybe it was because I fell in love with her at first sight, or maybe it was some kind of indescribable fate. When he first got home, he stayed under the bed for 4 hours. According to the Internet, I didn't care about him until he came out on his own.
The first few months were not as good as I wanted, and the nightmares every night made me nervous. She is timid and sensitive, loves to make mistakes and is a coward to death. She is very anxious when someone comes to the family... She is worried. The way I thought at the time was to coddle him and make him confident, and use actions to tell others that raising your hand is not to hit him. Behaviors have pros and cons. There are countless scratches on my body. He also gradually understands what he can and cannot do. She knows that she is a member of this family.
Many things in the house belong to him. For example, my mouse is her toy, my keyboard is her pillow, and my water glass is her water glass. Finally, the captain's assistant, the first mate, was welcomed into the home with cat fur and footprints all over the floor. Their first meeting was not very pleasant. The captain was still lying lazily in his own territory. The first mate started his first job. The captain saw him approaching menacingly and didn't react at all until he stepped on the captain's tail. The captain realized that this guy was not easy to mess with.
Gradually they found a way to get along. When the first mate was working, the captain supervised his work condescendingly. When the first mate returned to the rest stop tiredly, the captain began to leave his own hair and footprints. The first mate was not angry and cleaned up step by step every day according to his own work rhythm. Sometimes, in order to vent his dissatisfaction, the captain leaves his scent in a place where the first mate cannot reach.
The captain’s story continues, and I feel that I am experiencing her best time.