My Cat Went On Strike Again Today

At six in the morning, the sun had just climbed onto the windowsill when I suddenly felt a slight vibration under me. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that Xuetuan was rubbing my earlobe with its wet nose again. This four-kilogram ragdoll cat seemed to be particularly obsessed with the morning wake-up service. Its paw pads accurately stepped on my tear gland acupuncture points and lifted me up from the quilt.

When I first saw it in the pet hospital three months ago, this cotton candy-like creature was curled up on the examination table and shivered. The doctor said it was a stress reaction, but when I buried my face in its fluffy long hair like clouds and smelled the fragrance of cotton wool mixed with goat milk in the sun, I suddenly remembered what my grandmother said: “If you meet a kitten that is willing to let you hold it, you have to accumulate enough blessings for eight lifetimes.” So I signed the adoption agreement on the spot.

Our relationship is like an old slow-motion movie. At first, it always hid behind the TV cabinet to observe humans, and even asked me to sing “Amazing Grace” three times before it would eat cat food. It was not until one rainy night when I had a fever and fell asleep that I woke up to find a warm fur ball in my bed. I realized that Xuetuan had learned to open the food cabinet at some point – although he had knocked over half a can of tuna.

Now it has become the most competent alarm clock and weather forecaster. It would anxiously pull the curtains before it rains, and squat beside my chair on payday as I unpacked the package. Last week, when the printer jammed, it dragged a toy mouse to “treat” me, and its tail swept across the keyboard as if it was typing Morse code.

At this moment, this arrogant furry thing is lying on my keyboard to supervise my writing, and the sun gives its silver-gray hair a golden edge. Suddenly I understand why the ancients said “a gentleman is like jade”, perhaps all gentle things should be polished into this state by time. The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, and my kitten had turned over, revealing his bulging belly and continued to take a nap, as if the morning attack just now was just an impromptu performance.