When I first brought that Siamese cat home, it was like a small white fur ball, exuding a gentle, cute, and clingy aura all over. At that time, its fur was as white as snow, and its eyes were like two crystal – clear gems, always looking at this brand – new world curiously. It would gently rub against my leg, making a soft meowing sound, as if telling me its love and dependence on the new home.
As time passed quietly, it gradually showed its unique personality. The originally well – behaved little guy started to learn to “occupy” my bed. Every night, when I was about to rest, I could always see it lying comfortably on my pillow, sleeping soundly with its limbs sprawled out, and sometimes turning over, as if announcing that this territory belonged to it. Facing its appearance, I was really angry and funny at the same time, but there was nothing I could do. I could only shake my head helplessly and accept its “hegemony”.
It also loves to act cute. As soon as I pick up my phone, it will immediately notice and then strike various cute poses. Sometimes, it will tilt its head and look at me with wide eyes. Its innocent eyes seem to be saying, “Master, take a picture of me quickly.” Sometimes, it will curl up into a ball, only showing a furry head, looking like a cute plush toy. What’s more interesting is that when I am working, it always tries every means to attract my attention. It will jump directly onto my keyboard and randomly press the keys with its little paws, or simply lie on my documents and close its eyes to sleep soundly, making it impossible for me to concentrate on my work. Whenever this happens, I can only put down what I am doing for the time being and play with it for a while. After all, its cute appearance is really irresistible. I will complain with a smile and take out my phone to take pictures of its interesting moments. These photos have become the most precious memories in my life.
It is curious about everything around it. Whether it is a small paper ball or a bird flying outside the window, it can attract its attention. It will chase the paper ball around the house and have a great time; it will also lie on the windowsill and look at the world outside intently, as if exploring this mysterious world. Occasionally, I will also dress it up and let it experience what it’s like to be a “lady”. When I put a beautiful bow on it, its originally lively appearance becomes elegant in an instant. Although it may not be used to this new look, it still cooperates with me obediently, making me can’t help but take a few more photos as souvenirs.
When I have to leave home due to work, it will become extremely obedient. It will sit quietly on my bed, looking at the door, waiting for me to come back. Sometimes, it will also lie on the table, looking like a little poor thing, as if looking forward to my early return to accompany it. Its side – face profile is beautiful, and in the sunlight, it looks particularly good – looking. At that moment, I am always touched by its beauty.
Later, due to the busyness of work, I had to take it to my grandma’s house for foster care. The living environment at my grandma’s house is very comfortable, and there is a lot of food. So, during the days at my grandma’s house, it underwent some interesting changes. Its face became rounder and rounder, like a cute little dumpling; its fur color gradually turned black, especially on its face, looking like it was wearing a black mask, becoming more and more unique. These changes in it made it look even more interesting, and it could even be made into emoticons.
Siamese cats are naturally naughty and active, and my grandma couldn’t control it at all. It jumped up and down at home, as if it was going to tear down the world. Helplessly, my grandma had to tie it up with a rope. However, every morning, my grandpa would take it downstairs to play. It was very powerful outside. The little teddy dogs around were all afraid of it. It always walked confidently, as if it was the “overlord” of this area. Moreover, Siamese cats especially need people’s company. If no one pays attention to it, it will try every means to make you talk. It will keep meowing at you, and that sound is like chatting with you. Just like the conversation between my grandma and it, Niannian meows at my grandma, and my grandma will respond to it: “What’s wrong? Calling me?” Niannian meows again, and my grandma says, “Do you want to go out? Then wake up grandpa and ask him to take you out to play.” Then Niannian will immediately run to grandpa and meow, urging grandpa to take it out to play.
Looking back on the little details of getting along with it, my heart is filled with warmth and joy. Its arrival has brought endless joy and surprises to my life. Its naughtiness, cuteness, and clinginess have made me deeply fall in love with it. It is like a cute little elf, leaving many beautiful memories in my life. The days spent with it have made me understand that raising a cat is not only a hobby but also a responsibility and companionship. Its existence has made my life more colorful and has also made me feel the pure emotion among animals. No matter where it is, I believe it will always live happily, because it is the most lovely little baby in my heart.
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