My kitten is like a little treasure full of surprises, constantly bringing me laughter and touch in the process of growing up. It’s not a pure – bred Siamese cat. Its father is a Ragdoll and its mother is a Siamese, which gives it a unique charm.
I still remember when it first came to our home. It was white and tender, so small that it seemed like a soft cloud, and I couldn’t help but want to hold it in my hand. At that time, it was very close to me. It would follow me closely when I went to the toilet, just like a little follower and never wanted to be separated from me for a moment. I often wondered if its little head was filled with dependence and trust in me.
As time passed, it gradually grew up. When it was three months old, it was still a clean and beautiful little girl. Every move of it was full of spirituality. Sometimes I really thought it was like a human being with its own little emotions and thoughts. Its sleeping postures were so strange that I always couldn’t help laughing. Once it seemed to be in a bad mood, and its cute little appearance made me burst out laughing.
Dad doted on it very much and would take it everywhere. There were also many moments that made people laugh out loud during its growth. When it stretched, its lazy and funny look was like a little adult stretching its muscles. When it did something wrong and I was going to scold it, it thought I couldn’t see it if it hid. Its naive and cute behavior made me both angry and amused.
When it was about half a year old, it experienced a major event – the neutering surgery. Right after the surgery, its hopeless look really broke my heart. For several days after that, it was in a bad mood, as if it had lost the joy of life. There was a photo that always made me laugh whenever I saw it. Later, I even P – starred it into a photo of trying hard to help mom with business, and it was perfectly harmonious.
Interestingly, its fur color also changes with the seasons. I found that it gets darker in winter and a little whiter in summer. And as it grew older, it seemed to start to “turn dark”. It always looked unhappy and seemed to look down on me. But even so, its cuteness in my heart never decreased.
It grew up and became fatter and fatter, but also cuter and cuter. It likes to sleep beside my pillow and always stares at me blankly. Its eyes seem to be telling me its love for me. Sometimes it would sit in a “big – shot” posture and secretly observe everything around, looking like a little detective.
Although it’s not as “fuzzy” as other pure – bred cute cats, maybe because it’s not pure – bred, it doesn’t affect its cuteness at all. Watching it grow up day by day, I’ve witnessed every moment of its growth. These memories are like bright stars, decorating my life. I’m really glad to have such a cute little kitten. It’s the warmest company in my life.
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