My tabby cat Bomb is the best cat I have ever raised (2)

My tabby cat Bomb is the best cat I have ever raised (2).

He is very human-like

and knows that my mother cooks for him and that my grandfather is the oldest in the family, so he must not offend him and must be coaxed to death; he knows that I am of the same generation as him, so he can beat him to death. He is a double-standard cat!

He obeys my mother in everything. Whenever my mother calls “Baoer~”, “Huahua~”, “Maomao~”, he will immediately appear snoring and let my mother rub him. He knows that my mother is afraid of mice, so he did not bring back the dead body of the big mouse, and he goes out on patrol every day. He is really a servile cat.

If I try to touch him, he will first stretch out his fist to scare me.

My grandfather always teaches him some strange skills when he is free, such as rolling over according to people’s gestures, and watching TV with grandfather obediently. He learns everything humbly, but only listens to my grandfather.

If I make a rolling gesture to him, he will jump up and kick me, or directly pounce on me and bite my feet. He

likes to mess with me. If I stay in one place for a long time without moving, he will run up, jump up, and give me a flying kick. I was the only one in the family who had this treatment. Well, it was great.

Of course, he loved me too. He would play cat and mouse with me. We would take turns to be the cat, chasing each other, and we would win if we jumped on each other and held him down, and then we would switch roles. He would be very tactful and run to a place where it would be easy for me to pounce on him. When it was his turn to catch me, he would pounce on me and lick me.

He also caught a big wasp for me to eat, plucked its legs, removed its head, and detached its wings, leaving the meatiest part for me.

This idiot put it on my bed, and when I lay down, it crushed me to pieces… In the end, I pressed his head and licked it clean. He was very happy eating it, but his eyes looked quite aggrieved.

Later, for various reasons, I sent him to my uncle’s house. I felt very sorry for him. At that time, I was not independent and could not keep him. But my uncle was also good to him. He got fish for him every day and raised them freely. He cleaned up the mice around him clearly, and later he became the king of cats in that area.

A year later, he married a sanhua. This scumbag abandoned his wife and children. We didn’t know about this at first. Later, the calico cat was unable to raise all the cubs, so on a rainy day, she threw an unweaned orange tabby cat at the door of her uncle’s house. My cousin took it back and raised it with soy milk and egg yolk.

How do you know it’s his baby? Because they look so similar. Except for the color, the pattern, face shape, eyes, etc. are obviously his own! The eyes are the same!

The little one is female, trusts humans very much, is a social bully, and snores when she sees people. She inherited her father’s fighting ability. She can catch the little mice that have just come out to work at only two months old. She kills one a day and puts it at the door of the room. It’s amazing. Later, she accidentally ate rat poison and died. My cousin cried for several days after finding her. Now when I think of her, I want to cry too!

I found a photo of Wang Bombard in lolita women’s clothing when he was five months old. I took the clothes off my teddy bear.

He has always had this oval face since he was an adult, very solid, big-boned, long legs, and a cat weighing more than 10 pounds looks skinny, sleek, and handsome!

Oh, yes, this guy has social bull syndrome, he will hide when someone comes to his house, the kind of hiding that digs three feet into the ground, but he likes children, so he won’t hide when there are children around. It seems that his social bull daughter has the same personality as her mother.