It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
With only 1 cat in the house, does the cat feel lonely?
Thinking that the cat at home is alone every day and looks very lonely. I have also thought about whether to have some other pets to make up for its emotional gap.
What is it like to have a fat cat?
Nowadays, the aesthetics of cats are generally "fat is beautiful". So cat owners are desperate to fatten up their cats, thinking that round-faced cats will be more adorable.
In early January 2016, I was given a kitten. A kitten that took a liking to me the moment that he met me. He was a tiny puffball, and I knew that one day he would grow to be a longhaired beauty.
In the face of fast-paced city life, you are a little busy when tired, tired or idle time tedious, then if there is a smart and cute cat around to accompany, I believe your life will instantly become brilliant and beautiful so that you are full of energy, full of vitality!
a diary of the devil and a banana split
Dear Luther. And regards to the devil. People tell you to “sink your teeth in,” don’t they? To a project, I imagine. A venture. An adventure. To perform energetically. To do so with enthusiasm and vigour. To be at your best, your hundredest most hundred percent. Sink so deep that you’re practically holding the thing with your gums. That’s what people say, so I hear.
The life of a cat owner
I am a cat breeder and have met mostly cats who have gone through twists and turns, maybe it was a pity, or maybe it was the sense of identity that kept us attached for a long time.
Cat trapped in the sewer
The little sister said that for two months she had been hearing kittens screaming from under the sewer and it sounded like they were about to die.
The day mommy saved me
HI! My name is Cray Cray but you can call me Cray. My mommy wrote a story about how she found me, and my big brother Mo wrote his story while mommy was sleeping but mommy said I could write my story. So with big brothers help I'm going to write it! I was born on a cool night, when I was one month old mama-Patience told us that she was going to bring my siblings and I to the people who helped take care of her. I was very excited mama-Patience had told us all about them. She said that they were very nice and would take good care of us and her. I was brought in last and nana-lady scooped me up and put me on a nice fluffy bed. Mommy who I called mom-lady back then held me and it felt very nice. I was the runt of the litter and had a booboo on my tail. All the fur on the tip of my tail was off, I don't remember how it happened. But Mom-Lady made it all better. She scooped me up and put something sticky on the booboo I was scared at first but mom-lady talked to me very sweetly and told me it was ok, and the sticky stuff felt nice on my booboo. A little bit later my booboo was all healed! Life inside was fun! My siblings and I played hide and seek under the couch, mom-lady sometimes would find us and gives us cuddles before putting us back on our bed. Mom-Lady would give mama-Patience something on a plate that smelled good, but she wouldn't share. Mama-Patience said that I was too little. When my siblings and I got older we were put outside that made me sad. I liked living inside it was very cozy and I wanted to say hi to the big white cat, I could sense that he was my brother and that he needed a friend. But the mom-lady kept him away from me. I didn't understand why. Living outside wasn't so bad. I played with my brothers, sisters, and mama-Patience. The big white cat would look at us from outside the window. He looked upset and I didn't understand why. I walked up to the window and to say hi to him but he ran. I didn't understand why he ran away. Mom-lady, nana-lady, and uncle man would come outside and play with us. That's even how I earned my name. I was playing with nana-lady and the doors were open. That was when I saw him! Another gray cat inside the house! I wanted to go say hi! I ran towards him, but my head started to hurt. I ran again but my head hurt again! I heard mom-lady say something and scoop me up. She placed me inside and I didn't see the gray cat anymore. I wondered what happened to him. I walked over behind the chair and sniffed the walls, it smelled good so I decided to see how it tasted. I licked the walls, it didn't taste very good. But that's when nana-lady gave me my name Cray Cray. My favorite memory is one I will never forget because it was also a very scary time. My brothers and sisters and I were getting ready to play hide and seek. My big sister complained that everyone knew the hiding spots here. My brother suggested that we go over through the whole in the fence to the neighbors yard and play. Mama-Patience was asleep so she didn't hear our plan. I was scared I was not as brave as my older siblings. I didn't want to leave our cozy backyard. Plus I knew that mom-lady, nana-lady, and uncle man would be very worried if they came home and we weren't here. My sister called me a scaredy-human and I reluctantly followed. My middle sister started counting and everyone ran and hid. I looked and looked for a hiding spot but my brother and sisters got all the bushes and trees. I quickly climbed the gray fence post and perched on the top post. Hoping that my gray fur would blend in. But as soon as I climbed up I regretted my choice. Looking down at how far up I was I became very scared. My middle sister found all my sisters and brother. She looked up and saw me. They tried to get me down but my claws were so tightly dug into the wood, I couldn't come down. My brother quickly went to get mama-Patience but she wasn't in the backyard. I desperately started yelling for help. What felt like hours later I heard mom-lady's voice. She gasped when she saw me and ran out the back gate. I prayed she was coming to save me. I heard knocking and her voice talking and another voice. "Cray Cray come here baby." her voice soothed walking towards me. Without hesitating I jumped into her arms and snuggled down. I could feel my heart racing. "Its ok Cray, its ok your safe now." she soothed petting and kissing the top of my head. I snuggled deeper into her. Mommy, Uncle Paul, and I walked home. "Cray you're an inside cat now." mommy said holding me to her face and kissing the top of my head. I was very happy to hear those words.
A guide to identifying "genius" cats!
In the cat world, some cats are very smart, so smart that the cat owner suspects that it was a human in the previous life, while some cats are a bit stupid so that the cat owner suspects that the cat will be okay! For cat owners who doubt their cat's IQ every day, it's time for us to give you a guide to identifying "genius" cats! The following 7 manifestations show that your cat has a high IQ, see if your cat has any!
My crazy but wonderful human mother
Let's get one thing straight, I chose to let my mother pick me up, she did not tame me. Anyway if you haven't read my mother Hannah's story about her favorite memory about me go read it. Although it is full of errors, but she is only human. But since she is asleep I decided to tell my story, the real story. I was born in a flower pot, my birth mother that mom called Patience brought my siblings and I to mom, nana, and uncle Paul. At first I wasn't nice to mom but she didn't get the hint. She kept trying to pet me and pick me. Mom named me Marie even though I was a boy, I think I was named after a famous cat, she always tells me that some kind of cat on the things she wears is my namesake. My sister allowed mom to pick her up, personally I thought she was crazy but whatever. Eventually my sister found a new family and much to my dismay mom switched her affection to me. I repeatedly kept telling her no, I didn't want her affection. I even bit her and scratched her over and over again! But she DID NOT get the hint! She even brought me inside, which I'll admit wasn't so bad. But don't tell mom I said that because I'll deny it. I would hide under the bed, but mom would come with me. She would put her hand under the bed and I would smack and scratch her. But she still didn't get the hint, I honestly felt bad for her so I started holding her hand. She picked me up and held me, as much as I hate to admit it, it did feel nice. I even liked it when she kissed the top of my head. One day mom was holding me and she finally figured out that was actually a boy and she renamed me Mariesio but she calls me Mo. My mother has her faults, but I do love her. I love to cuddle with her and I love to hug her, I even tolerated when she brought my brother Cray inside. But my favorite memory with her was also my saddest. Mom woke up earlier then usual which was very suspicious. A fun fact about my mother she never wakes up earlier unless she has to and even then she hits snooze at least two times. I saw her getting my crate ready, I hate my crate. Mom had taken me to the vet earlier to get shots, and it was awful. There was no way I was going back to that hell. But mom grabbed me and stuffed me inside. I was furious and told her so. But she started singing and I felt better, I was too upset to really understand what song she was singing but it calmed me down. But I was still furious! Before I realized it nana stopped driving and mom called and a few seconds later a women I had never seen before came out and ripped me from mom's arms. I screamed her name but she didn't come save me from the women. Arriving inside I hissed and bit the people, they didn't let me go. They took my blood and left me in a room for awhile. I'll never admit this to my little brother because he thinks that I'm brave, but I was scared out of my mind and I wanted one thing and one thing only. My mommy. What felt like hours later the evil people returned and put something strange over my face. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up feeling awful what felt like years later. I felt like the world was spinning and everything hurt. I looked down and saw I was missing my manhood. WHAT DID THEY DO TO ME? WHY DID MOM ALLOW THEM TO DO THIS TO ME? DID SHE KNOW THEY DID THIS TO ME? If I hadn't been in so much pain I would have complained. Where was my mom? Was she here to get me? All I wanted was a cuddle and I hated admitted that even to myself. Even my nails were shorter. I had some kind of weird thing around my head, and a women slipped me a treat I ate it and fell back asleep. The next time I woke up I was being carried again by one of the women, I hoped and prayed mom was here to pick me up. Through my sleepy eyes I saw her my mommy, she was smiling and I heard her saying: "Hi baby there's my boy." as she placed my carrier next to her in the car. The lady who brought me out was talking to mom, but I didn't care mom was petting me and that was all I cared about. I was back with my mommy and she was petting and singing to me. All was right with the world.
Her Name Was Thumbelina
Her name was Thumbelina. There she lay, alone, in a high-walled acrylic box. Amid the cacophony of yips and squeaks and the tiniest howls, she stayed silent.
My youngest fur baby, Cray Cray, what can I say about him? How to pick just one memory? He's had so many funny moments. But first I'm sure your curious why my cat is named Cray Cray. Well, that wasn't originally his name, when his mother brought him and his siblings to us, my mom named him Dawn like Dawn before the dusk. Then he ran headfirst into the open French doors, and started licking walls. Cray is very different from his older brother Mo. He wasn't outside as long as Mo was. It was a dark cool night in October we had our French doors open because for once in Florida it actually felt cool. Anyway my brother, mom, Mo, and I were watching Halloween movies when Patience started bringing in kittens! We were too stunned too say or do anything as she plopped them by our feet. I quickly scooped up Mo and put him in my mom's room and closed the door. Meanwhile my mom had grabbed Mo's old cat bed and started putting the kittens on top of the fluffy pink bed. In total Patience brought us four kittens. Once they were old enough we put them outside to avoid Mo getting jealous. One day we got home from work and we couldn't find the kittens, then I heard a very scared, pitiful little meow from my neighbor's fence. I turned and saw Cray stuck on the fence too scared to jump down. My brother and I ran over (I had no shoes on but I didn't care) to my neighbor and frantically knocked on his door. He answered and I explained what happened, he let us into his backyard and I walked over to where Cray was. "Cray come on baby!" I called. Scared out of his little kitten mind Cray jumped into my arms. From then on he was an inside cat. So I brought Cray into my mom's room were Mo was and said: "Mo this is your little brother Cray Cray." I put the kitten towards his new big brother. Mo looked at him put his paw up, claws up and smacked Cray on the head. I scolded him and took Cray out of the room. But the next day the were best friends, and now the are both best friends and brothers. Cray unlike his big brother growing up wasn't a very loving cat, he only liked to be petted once and awhile. He hated to be picked up and cuddled. He really only liked to snuggle and cuddle with his brother. But one night that all changed, and my favorite memory with Cray happened. Suddenly over night Cray decided that we wanted love like his brother. He started to give what I call nudges (when a cat nudges their head against yours) he had never given me one before and he wanted to be held and loved. He would even rub up against my legs like his brother. One night after dinner my family and I were watching tv together, and Mo curled up in a chair by our fireplace and Cray was in the rocking chair next to him. I smiled and kept on watching tv. When it was bedtime I asked the boys if they were ready for bed. Mo looked up at me and wanted me to carry him to sleep. So I walked over and scooped him up, Mo snuggled into my arms and I walked over to my mom affectionately known to the boys as nana, and he gave her a nudgy and she kissed the top of his head and I set him on my bed. Walking back into the living room, I asked Cray if he was ready for bed. He meowed and I scooped him up he snuggled into my arms and tucked his head under my chin. I couldn't believe it. He was actually cuddling with me! I petted him and walked him over to nana to give her bedtime nudgy and kiss. Then carried him into bed. As I snuggled into bed, Mo laid by my right foot and Cray by my left foot. That memory tops all the memories that Cray's had in his two years in my life. s