The sight of my boyfriend’s injured hand told a story of an unexpected and chaotic encounter with our Siamese cats, a tale that stirred a storm of emotions within me. I wasn’t present when the incident occurred, but the details I heard painted a vivid and distressing picture.
Our female Siamese had a persistent problem with inappropriate elimination, and this time, she crossed a line. She defecated all over the place, and the mess clung to her fur. Concerned about her hygiene and the state of our home, my boyfriend decided to give her a bath. Little did he know that this simple act would trigger a fierce reaction. As he tried to bathe her, she resisted aggressively, scratching and biting. To make matters worse, our male Siamese joined in the attack, lashing out at my boyfriend with bites and scratches.
I was filled with a seething anger. Although I had been scratched by the male Siamese before, I had always dismissed it as accidental. Once, when I was holding him, a delivery man knocked on the door with excessive force, startling him and causing him to scratch me. I didn’t hold it against him. But this time, the situation was different. The female Siamese’s inappropriate elimination behavior had become a recurring nightmare. Counting both urination and defecation incidents, it had happened more than ten times. There was even an occasion when she left a pile of feces right on our pillow. The cat litter box was conveniently located on the balcony with the door wide open, and she clearly knew her actions were wrong. She would frantically try to bury her mess after each incident and scurry away when she saw anyone approaching. We had punished her in the past, scolding her and gently tapping her nose, but it only brought temporary improvement. For a while, I forgave her, assuming that her behavior was due to being in heat, but this latest episode was simply too much to bear.
I remembered the times when I had gotten angry at my boyfriend for scolding or disciplining the cats. But this time, I felt no sympathy. In my anger and disappointment, I even considered giving them away. I felt completely let down. We had always given them the best, showering them with love and tolerance, and I never expected such a response from them. At that moment, I was so disheartened that I vowed never to raise Siamese cats again if I were to have pets in the future.
However, emotions are a complex thing. Despite my initial anger and disappointment, I couldn’t stay mad at them for long. As the hours passed, my heart softened. I found myself missing them terribly, longing to see their playful antics and feel their warm presence. That very day, despite my earlier frustration, I prepared a special meal for them, cooking up a delicious mix of chicken breast, chicken liver, and fish roe. And to my relief, my boyfriend’s hand stopped hurting the next day. I also discovered a useful tip for fellow cat lovers: applying a combination of anti – inflammatory drugs and vitamin E to minor wounds can effectively promote tissue repair.
This incident taught me that loving pets isn’t always a smooth journey. There will be challenges and moments of frustration, but the bond we share with them is often stronger than any anger or disappointment. Our Siamese cats may have tested our patience, but in the end, they remain an integral part of our lives, and I’m willing to work through these difficulties to keep our little family together.
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