My cat is extremely ugly and a huge eater (2).

My cat is extremely ugly and a huge eater (2).

I let it in later and softened my heart again. I said I would give it one last chance and throw it away if it continued to make trouble. Then I caught it and trimmed the tips of its nails. Then I smoothed its fur and gave it a bath. It was as quiet as a chicken the whole time and didn’t dare to move.

Since then, it has basically not made any trouble. I can touch and hug it casually. I can touch its belly whenever I want. It doesn’t dare to resist at all. Its personality has also improved. It actively approaches people. At night, it likes to sleep at my partner’s feet and lick his legs and feet. When I touch it, it will lick me.

In summary: You don’t know the world without beating it. Cats are very proud guys. If you don’t teach them a lesson, they really think they can be domineering. When they first come to a new environment, they will definitely make some trouble. At this time, you must not spoil them. You must beat them! You must make it remember! Let it know: Oh! So I can’t do this! If you keep tolerating it, it will only become more and more presumptuous. You have to let it know its status. It is just a toy for people to amuse themselves. [Edit]

I am not a violent person. On the contrary, I like small animals very much. I have raised cats, dogs, rabbits, turtles, fish, hedgehogs, parrots, and hamsters at home. I take good care of them all.

I never beat my dog. Because it is smart and knows how to be grateful. It will do whatever you ask it to do. It will circle around you all day and please you. If you give it a bone, it will remember you for the rest of its life.

But except for dogs, I treat all the animals I raise as toys, toys for me to have fun or pass the time [edited], for you to eat and drink, and give you a warm home in winter and cool in summer. You bite me, scratch me, and retaliate against me? Sorry, I will really beat you half to death.

I saw some people say that fighting violence with violence is not advisable. If you put your tolerance of cats’ temper on humans, I don’t know how much better the world will be. [Smile]

Finally, I will post a few ugly photos of it.

How it looked like next to its previous owner

[I raised it until it had cheeks]

Now it is

a fat

dog weighing more than ten pounds

. Updated on September 6.

I haven’t hit it for a month. On Friday, it was curled up by the bed, and I touched its belly with my hand. It didn’t want me to touch it, so it bit me lightly. I thought it was playing with me (it would also bite me lightly normally), so I didn’t take it seriously and continued to touch it. Then it grabbed me and bit me madly. I grabbed it and hit it a few times when it felt painful. It bit and scratched me like crazy.

The camera has built-in beauty function, and the actual situation is more serious than this.

After it scratched me, it ran under the bed and didn’t dare to come out. My boyfriend took something to stop the bleeding for me. It might be scared. It didn’t dare to resist when I pulled it out from under the bed. I didn’t hit it much at that time. My boyfriend hit it lightly on the head a few times and preached to it. I don’t know what it was crazy about, it started to bite and scratch people madly, and scratched my leg again.

My boyfriend caught it and threw it in the hallway. It screamed like a pig being slaughtered [edited] (it didn’t dare to run away. It has been a house cat since birth, has never suffered, and has no hunting ability. If you take it out, it will scream until its throat is broken, and it will also piss out of fear.) I felt sorry for it and opened the door to let it in. It rushed to the bottom of the bed frantically, but I grabbed it and beat it! Beat it with my hands! It bit me and scratched me, but I didn’t let go. I swung it on the windowsill a few times, and it peed out of fear. As soon as I let go, it ran under the bed.

I’m sure it must have hurt, but if it scratched me for no reason and made me bleed, wouldn’t it hurt me? When I woke up the next day, my entire right hand couldn’t move, it was swollen and painful! I really don’t know that gratitude [edited] means to clean up, otherwise it’s hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!

My boyfriend and I cleaned up the room. Considering that it peed, I caught it again and gave it a bath. I wiped it dry with a blanket and let it lick its fur for the rest.

Then guess what happened?