Raising my British shorthair cat BMW is like raising a pig (1)
2018.1.18
I didn’t expect that so much time had passed. On 2017.11.26, Miller left me forever due to congenital renal failure. I chose euthanasia because Miller was in great pain due to various complications caused by renal failure (jaundice, ascites, anemia, etc.). I could feel that he was reluctant to leave me and even tried to stand up and say hello to me. We chose cremation, and Miller’s bones are now lying quietly in my cabinet in a small ash box. Mom loves you, Miller.
Until now, I still can’t calmly look at his photos. I hope you will continue to be cute in the cat planet.
In the blink of an eye, BMW is already one and a half years old. I think I have some new understanding of this issue.
What is it like to raise a British Shorthair cat? It should be the experience of raising pigs, haha!
Two pictures are used to prove that the title of professional pig farmer is not given for nothing:
I just received it in the summer of 2016, and it was
Christmas Eve of 2017.
The years were like a bunch of years…
After a year and a half of running-in, I still haven’t completely grasped the bad temper of BMW. Since ancient times, blue and white have produced stubborn species. This sentence is correct.
I was caught licking my paws. This expression really hates me! Damn slave, pat pat pat pat pat for what!
This is the golden angle. To quote a sentence from the circle of friends, “Either the eyes are not open, or they are really big when they are open.”
I am spoiled and arrogant! I look indifferent when I hug!
A slightly tilted head ID photo.
What kind of expression is this? I am just eating something????
Because the author works far away, the fat man misses me very much after returning home every day(?), and often lies on my legs.
What a sexy little butt, I wanted to touch it, so I touched it, hehe~
Mom, you are back, touch me~~ (Please explain to me why my slippers are torn first)
Okay, okay, I won’t treat you like this!!
Bed photos~ Because I don’t know when the next update will be, so I will try to put more photos~
I bought a little hat for Christmas~ It’s the holidays~!
2017.8.17
Alas…
Miller hasn’t been cute for a few months and the plate can’t hold him anymore… My classmates are going to give me a certificate for being a professional pig farmer… I
recently bought two little hats, aren’t they cute!!!
BMW’s style is a bit strange, don’t remind me, it didn’t roll its eyes at me!!
Miller is starting to make faces, please wait and see how Miller changes in a few months~ There’s a new addition to the family!!! His name is Little Miller, because he tried to escape from prison in the pet store, so he was named after the protagonist, hahahaha 2017.3.04 I took Bao Pangzi to the park today, and cats and cherry blossoms really go well together. Although my colleague held him in his arms and there was such a mess… As the owner, I was really disgusted and blocked the best photo position… But I have to proudly say that BMW is really cute! He didn’t make any noise when he was held in my arms for the tour, and he accepted the poses we made all the time with a very good temper. BMW worked hard. Updated on December 19, 2016. After three days of medication, BMW’s stool was formed yesterday morning~
The whole cat started to jump around. Then my mother forced me to wear autumn clothes for him, so I bought him a baseball shirt. Yes! It’s this photo! This guy farted in my face! The kind that hit me directly in the face, and I was awakened by the stench… In the morning, BMW wanted to lick his fur, so I took off my clothes and touched him for half an hour. It was so cool~ This fat guy… He looks really fat from this point… I bought a vacuum cleaner, and BMW drilled into the box when he saw it… He didn’t come out after drilling~ BMW’s new partner~ Little Pig Lulu~ Updated on 2016.12.16 BMW has had diarrhea for two days, and the stool is unformed. I feel terrible…
The day before yesterday, I just wanted to go to the toilet, and he cried in a baby voice outside after I closed the toilet door. I opened the door and the little fat boy stayed outside. I reached out to hold him, but he refused to go down. He couldn’t even squat in the toilet peacefully. Alas… He had diarrhea again yesterday morning, and I fed him montmorillonite powder. But I was still worried and went to see a doctor at night. I wrapped him up with a small blanket and took a car to see the doctor. I did a blood test and stool test, and I felt that the little fat boy was not feeling well at all… We have finished the injection… and when we wanted to hold him back, he had this expression… It hurts… This morning, he seemed to be getting stronger and twisted around and didn’t want to be held. I guess he will be well soon^_^
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