People always say that Siamese cats have a unique charm. But when I actually got one, I realized that the “easy – to – raise” Siamese cats others talk about are completely “little devils” in my case. They make me feel both love and hate, and the days of raising it are simply a sweet “torment”.
Every day at 4 a.m., when the whole world is still immersed in a peaceful dream, my Siamese cat starts its “work” on time. It stands at the bedroom door or jumps onto the bed and begins to howl at the top of its lungs. Its voice is sharp and harsh, lacking the gentle sweetness of other cats’ meows, more like a loud complaint. At first, I thought it was hungry or the litter box needed cleaning, so I hurriedly got up to feed it and clean the litter box. But it wasn’t interested in any of that and continued to howl as if it were playing a game of “who gives in first” with me. Countless nights, I was kept awake by it and went to work the next day with dark circles under my eyes, feeling extremely exhausted. This irregular “alarm service” is really unbearable.
In addition to howling in the middle of the night, the Siamese cat’s diet also gives me a headache. Most cats in other families readily accept cat food, but my “little master” is extremely picky. Looking at the cat food in the bowl, it always shows a look of disgust, taking only a small bite each time and then squatting aside, looking at me pitifully, as if hinting that I should give it something better to eat. When I take out the cat food can, it immediately comes to life, with its eyes wide open, eagerly rushing over and gobbling it up, as if it hasn’t eaten for days. To satisfy its taste, I have to often buy expensive cat food cans, and the monthly expense on its diet is several times more than that of the domestic cat I raise. In contrast, my domestic cat is much more worry – free.
At that moment, all the fatigue and complaints disappear. I know that although it always causes me trouble, it has already become an indispensable part of my life.
The process of raising this Siamese cat is like a challenging adventure. It tests my patience and love in its unique way. Although the process is arduous, it also allows me to experience the special fun of cat – raising. Perhaps it’s precisely because of its distinctiveness that I feel both love and “hate” for it. Even though I’m tortured by it, I still can’t bear to part with it. In the days to come, I will continue to battle wits with this “little devil” and keep going on this sweet “torment” journey.
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