When I was seven or eight years old, my greatest wish was to keep a small pet, whether it was a puppy or a kitten, as long as it was a live animal. Don‘t ask me why, mainly because the people in my family are older than me and no one plays with me.
By chance, I got a lovely kitten, but what I don’t know is that my nightmare of shoveling shit official has officially begun!
At the beginning of raising, it was all right. After all, he was quite good when he was a child. Very afraid of people, not only can not jump high, claws are weak, and even the teeth are not good, can only drink goat‘s milk to continue life.
But it has only been cute for half a year, and when it jumps high, its claws are sharp, and its teeth grow sharp, you and your family will suffer, because the cat can be said to be a replica of husky.
With a loud bang that broke the peace in the middle of the night, I was still woken up. As soon as I opened the door, I found it a mess. Mimi (cat’s name) looked at me innocently, and that night, the whole hall echoed Mimi‘s poor, weak and helpless cry.
On another occasion, Mimi’s shit did not lie obediently in the poop basin, but was drained in my room. No wonder Mimi came into my room at noon that day, but soon came out again. I washed and scrubbed the room that day. That smell won‘t go away, and I’m going crazy!
Well, it‘s not easy to keep a kitten. Although I wanted to throw it away many times, I thought on second thought that he was also a member of the family and gave up.