During the National Day holiday, my friend had to go home and left his Siamese cat with me for foster care. I have always been more into keeping fish or plants at most and have never raised a pet before. It turns out that my previous choice was really right, because this Siamese cat almost drove me crazy.
Every day when I open the door, it runs over quickly like a little tail, rubbing against my legs non-stop. Its enthusiasm is really overwhelming. What’s more, whenever I eat something, it will come over and stare at me eagerly, as if saying, “I want to eat too!” Come on, its cat food bowl is full, but it just has a “mysterious yearning” for my food. I often can’t help but mutter, “When did I ever eat your cat food? Can’t we just eat our own food?”
Not only does it pester me in terms of food, but it also won’t “let me go” when I’m surfing the Internet. As soon as I sit in front of the computer, it swaggers over and directly blocks the screen, as if declaring that it also wants to participate in this “territory”. When it’s time to go to bed at night, it’s even more persistent and insists on squeezing in with me. Usually, when I’m not in bed, it seldom stays in the bedroom. But as soon as I climb into bed and pick up my iPad to relax, it immediately comes over, looking like it’s saying, “Master, I want to play with you!”
I remember last night when I went to the balcony to hang the clothes. Knowing that this little guy loves to make trouble and might bite the clothes if it followed, I closed the balcony door. Unexpectedly, closing the door was like poking a “hornet’s nest”, and it started meowing loudly inside. When I returned to the room and just sat down on the sofa, it actually took me by surprise and rushed over from a distance, scratching my leg while “meowing”. This sudden “attack” made me so angry that I stood up suddenly, fuming in my heart: “Damn it! You little cat actually dare to declare war on me!”
In a fit of anger, I moved its cat food bowl, water cup, and litter box to the balcony in one go, and then grabbed it and locked it on the balcony. I thought to myself: “Even Ye Liangchen wouldn’t dare to mess with me like this. You little thing, you don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. Just stay here and reflect on your mistakes!”
However, early the next morning, I was woken up by a burst of “cracking” door – scratching sounds and pitiful meows. It was shouting outside the door non – stop: “Let me in, let me in…” The sound made me feel really bad. In the end, I softened my heart, opened the door and let it into the room, and then I went to take a shower, still sulking in my heart: “Hmph, I won’t touch you.” But when I came out of the shower and was about to go out, it came over and rubbed against my legs again as if nothing had happened. I said irritably, “Get away, get away, get away. Do you think I’ll make up with you just like that?”
Later, I shared my experience on Zhihu, and netizens gave me a lot of advice. I followed the netizens’ suggestions and “apologized” to it with two sausages and a piece of honeydew melon. Amazingly, it seemed to really accept my apology. When I saw it start to run around the house again and even went to scratch the wardrobe, I used a shoelace to tie a cotton swab to amuse it. Since then, the situation has improved significantly. On the 6th, its original owner came to take it home.
Yesterday, I went to see it. When I called its name, it really walked over obediently and let me stroke it gently. It seems that it has forgiven me. And I can clearly feel that it is in a much better mood. I think on the one hand, it’s because of the environment. My house is relatively dark and small, and it may feel depressed living here. But more importantly, I realized that my previous way of treating it was really wrong.
Little cat, I’m sorry. I will definitely secretly bring you delicious food to see you in the future.
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