Big oranges and small oranges

There are two cats in my family: big orange and small orange.

Both are orange cats, and both are male. In fact, the big one is called "Mao Mao" and the small one is called "Cat". Call it "big orange and small orange" for the time being.

The same orange cat, the same color is yellow, but the difference is a bit big: in addition to appearance, personality is also very different.

The orange is a little short and round, with light-colored arc circles on the yellow velvet body, and a pair of round eyes are particularly vivid: sometimes surprised, sometimes wronged, sometimes gentle and charming, and sometimes majestic.

Small orange is very long, with a dark straight line on its back, and light stripes are evenly distributed perpendicular to the straight line. Because of his long figure, he walks like a leopard. There are two big ears on the small head. It may be because the pupils and eyelids have been drooping, and the expression looks sad and pitiful.

Oranges are one and a half years old now. She was only three months old when she came to our house. She was abandoned by her next-door neighbor. My daughter and I both like small animals, so oranges came to our house.

It's the first time to raise a cat, and there are many actions: buying all kinds of cat supplies, vaccinating and so on.

When oranges were young, they suffered many disasters and twists and turns.

It is lively, especially naughty, and always likes to jump up and down, either breaking celadon bottles or glassware, or even breaking several pots for raising flowers and plants on the terrace.

Although I am very angry about it, I am also very helpless. I can't fight it. I can only yell at it.

The orange also knows that its owner dotes on it, and it is becoming more and more naughty.

I jumped around again and knocked over a glass bottle, and the glass fragments scratched my feet. I saw it hiding in the corner, licking the wound silently. When I got closer, I found myself cut a big hole, even revealing a white foot bone. The hair around the scraped flesh is stained with slightly suspicious blood.

Take it to the pet clinic, clean, disinfect, bandage and change the medicine. But this guy still doesn't stop, he doesn't change his stubbornness, his injured foot is still wrapped in gauze, and he jumps up and down.

This stubbornness is exactly what the doctor told me to pay attention to and what I am worried about. No, just after half a month, I dragged my injured foot wrapped in gauze and fell off the balcony on the second floor. One leg is broken with two fractures. Fortunately, I didn't suffer serious internal injuries, so my life was saved. I limped for a long time and thought it was a lame cat. Unexpectedly, I recovered slowly, and I was a cat with sound limbs.

Big orange grows up day by day, and it has been 10 months in a blink of an eye, and it has grown into a smooth and stocky adult cat.

However, spring blossoms are also the time when cats call spring estrus. The howling day and night made us unable to rest, and even we had to close it in the material room downstairs. But after all, it is not the way, and I heard that the unsterilized male cat ran out and didn't know it was back, so I had to sterilize it with mixed feelings.

One day soon after the sterilization wound healed, oranges that liked to climb out of the window or balcony and wander around the neighbor's house wandered outside and fell down from the upstairs.

Seeing it curled up without eating or drinking, I was heartbroken and blamed myself. I always ignore other people's suggestions and let them crawl around casually, thinking, "cats have nine lives, even if they fall to the height of the second floor, they should be fine."

My tears did not flow in vain, but the orange finally stood up tenaciously again.

After twists and turns, the big orange has become more and more stable with the growth of the cat's age, less reckless and more stable and clever.

Although he is still naughty and active, he won't get us into trouble because of running into him. I am also completely alert to my master. I don't have to pinch or bite his stomach (my daughter says that a cat's stomach is the most private, and if he touches it, it is a sign of trust in you).

Big oranges have two distinct characteristics: first, they don't like being hugged, so they are small. Almost never came to hug you, even if you did, it was humming and looking out, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Only once is an exception. Almost seven months later, I went out to play for three days during the National Day holiday and returned home. Before entering the house, I was still groping outside for the key. It cries "meow, meow, meow" at the door, full of joy of reunion after a long separation. When I sat down, it came close to me, kept rubbing against me, and then climbed onto my knee. I touched it gently with my hand, and it obediently bent down and narrowed its eyes, enjoying it.

Another notable hobby of oranges is to dig holes everywhere: drawers, cabinets, bags, boxes, and even a small empty shoe box. I don't care whether my body is fat or not, I just bury myself in it.

As long as it is an independent space, big or small, it will get in cheerfully, curl up after getting in, lean out of its head, stare at you with blinking eyes, and look at you with novelty and a little air.

Speaking of such a big orange, I have to talk about our little orange.

Xiao Ju was almost dumb when he first arrived.

It was one morning, when I was riding a battery car through a residential area, I heard meowing one after another, which was persistent and stubborn (so that I could only make a hoarse and slight sound from then on). I got off the bus, followed the meow, and found a small, thin and dirty kitten squatting under the engine seat of the owner's car, purring. I approached to greet him, and he jumped out from under the car and looked at him from a distance with a little closeness and hesitation: this is a kitten, at most more than a month old, skinny, dirty and messy. "It seems that this kitten is hungry."

I turned to go home, took some cat food, sprinkled it on the nearby ground, and it groped for it, and then wolfed it down unscrupulously. It seems that it should be hungry.

"Hiding under the car in case of being crushed to death? Take it back and feed it for a few days. " Think about it, take out your carry-on bag and take it home.

When I came home, Xiao Ju was both curious and a little scared. Orange is curious and interested when she sees a kitten. She comes near to play, and the kitten is always scared to hide under the sofa.

"It's so dirty, you have to take it to the pet shop for vaccination and bath."

After vaccination, the doctor said that the kitten was not suitable for bathing. I have no choice but to take dirty oranges home.

After getting along for a few days, the kitten found that the big cat was harmless, so she stopped dodging and gradually approached.

The kitten is dirty and smelly, and its hair is sticky, but its thin head has two big ears, which are covered with black dirt.

I don't know if it came out of the sewer or the cesspit, and it stinks all over. I covered my nose in disgust and didn't want to go near it, but the big cat approached from time to time and kept cleaning the hair with its tongue: head, body, ears, tail and feet ...

In this way, I licked it tenderly. After a while, the kitten's hair was clean, bright and brand-new.

Kittens always rest and sleep next to big cats, snuggling up, and big cats lick it from time to time, which is very warm.

When eating, big cats always let kittens eat first, then eat. The kitten may be hungry or wild. She always wolfs down her food and likes to grab it.

The big cat is always calm and lightly pampered by the kitten.

Orange is unfortunate, and the life of wild cats is wandering and starving. It is also lucky to be able to get rid of the wandering life, have a guaranteed meal, and have such a big cat to pet.

Xiao Ju has no lovely appearance, and her personality is depressed. She always avoids us, her eyelids droop and she looks sad.

Besides, even such a similar type of orange cat is not my ideal cat to feed.

So through pet shops, friends circle, etc. Find someone to adopt with pictures and texts. No one wants to adopt, so they have to stay and support themselves.

When I came to my house for about a month and a half, Xiao Ju, who had been content with her home life and had no interest in the outside world, disappeared. I don't know whether she ran out from the terrace or the open door.

I lost it at night and found that the orange was gone, so I went to look for it, but there was no shadow.

"The kung fu of mountain climbing is still immature. Should it be stuck in which corner? "

The next day, I called the nearest place to look for it again, but there was still no trace.

Regret and remorse swept through my heart: poor kitten, I didn't love you well and didn't touch you well. My daughter always urges me to give more care and comfort to my eccentricity.

I always say confidently: who makes it look unattractive?

Now that I have disappeared, I find that it has been integrated into my life and I have feelings for it.

Xiao Ju will follow me silently. When I was busy with housework, it squatted beside me. I think how much it looks forward to my caress.

A day passed and I didn't go home. Another day passed and my heart became more and more uncomfortable. The feeling of remorse is very obvious.

"This unlucky cat should disappear forever."

On the third morning after work, I fumbled for my keys in the corridor outside the door. I heard the meow meow meow, hoarse and subtle, just like a kitten. It's my little orange that comes back. It lingered at the entrance of the building and finally found its way home. I was overjoyed and cried happily, "The cat is back, the cat is back."

Loneliness and loneliness need warmth and love. Since then, I have paid more attention to and caressed Xiao Ju, and it has gradually become lively.

The orange usually does two actions: one is that when you feel comfortable touching it, it will roll on the ground and its strong body will turn over and slide over.

Secondly, I always like to stand on tiptoe and stretch myself to the wall (vertical things). The result is longer and longer, which is closely related to its body stretching.

The two cats grow up and get fatter day by day. The big orange has become plump, and there is a pile of soft and greasy meat under its belly. Small orange is long and strong, and its figure has surpassed that of big orange.

Two cats have become a part of our family, involving our joys and sorrows, bringing us infinite warmth and laughter. Although the sofa stool at home has been caught beyond recognition, although I have to shit and pee every day …

Two orange cats have been deeply integrated into our lives. I hope they will always be healthy, lively and lovely.

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