Humans had all kinds of hereditary diseases, so did cats, and they were not exclusive to purebred cats.
Humans had headaches and fevers, so did cats.
Humans had accidental injuries, so did cats. Although it was said that cats had nine lives, they often lost eight because of "curiosity." No matter how many lives they had, they couldn't save themselves from death.
Cat illness was more dangerous than human illness, because when cats were feeling bad, their first choice was not to express "I am not feeling well" to their owners. They would neither roll around nor howl, but would quietly hide and quietly lie in an inconspicuous corner. This was their survival instinct from when they were wild cats. Physical discomfort meant that they had lost the ability to fight and escape. At this time, they had to tuck their tails between their legs and be a cat.
Many people had heard that when cats felt that their life was coming to an end, they would quietly hide, especially the free-range cats in rural families. Often, when they were old, they would suddenly disappear one day and never come back. In fact, this was similar to being sick. It was the coping instinct of cats when they were not feeling well.
Cats didn't know that humans now had the ability to cure them. Expressing "I am not feeling well, please take me to see a doctor" to their owners was more effective than quietly hiding and letting their bodies heal.
How many years had it been since the rise of pet medicine? "If you are sick, you have to take care of yourself." This concept had been deeply ingrained in the minds of cats.
Besides, cats were not completely domesticated like dogs. They always maintained their unique wild nature.
Zhang Zian thought that Zhao Qi's Lan Lan was sick, so she came to ask him how to treat it. But after thinking about it, it didn't seem like it. According to Zhao Qi's personality, if she found out that Lan Lan was sick, she would definitely take it to a professional pet hospital.
Zhao Qi seemed to be a little embarrassed to let others hear her. Zhang Zian took half a step back, and she took half a step forward.
"That … recently, my Lan Lan seems to … have some kind of quirk," she whispered.
"What? Quirk? "
Zhang Zian was stunned.
His voice was a little high. The staff and the two female customers all heard it. Although they didn't show it, they all slightly adjusted their sitting and standing postures, pricking up their ears to listen carefully. Their desire for gossip was obvious.
Zhao Qi was so angry that she stomped on the ground. She wanted to punch him. She was already acting so submissive because she didn't want others to know.
"Ahem!" She coughed dryly and tightened her face, which could twitch at any time. She lowered her voice and said, "After Lan Lan grew up, she didn't stick to me as much as she did when she was young, except sometimes …"
"When?" Zhang Zian asked curiously.
In general, cats tended to be more active when they were young, but they became lazy when they grew up, especially after being sterilized. They often lay in one place and basked in the sun for half a day.
The British Shorthair was not an active cat breed. Zhao Qi had chosen Lan Lan because it was like a lady. When Lan Lan became an adult, it didn't like to stick to her as much as it did when it was young. It was often alone, which made her a little disappointed. It was like a child that she had raised with great difficulty had entered the rebellious phase.
But at certain times, Lan Lan liked to stick to her, and even didn't want to leave her side.
This should have made Zhao Qi very happy, but in reality … she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Wang Yan and Zhou Jiena pretended to be choosing cats and listened very carefully. From Zhao Qi's narration, they thought of what Zhang Zian had said before. Raising a cat from a young age would be more fun, and they couldn't help but feel vaguely enlightened.
Cats were different from dogs. Dogs became more familiar with each other. Whether it was when they were young or when they grew up, they wanted to be with their owners all the time. When cats grew up, they would give each other some private space, which was not necessarily a bad thing.
If you raised a cat from a young age, you could not only enjoy the cat's clinginess when it was young, but you could also experience the cat's independence when it grew up. Each had its own fun. No matter which part was missing, it would not be complete.
"When did it stay close to you?"
Zhang Zian became more and more curious. He knew that cats were not as clingy as they were when they were young, but he didn't know what special case Zhao Qi was referring to. Every cat had a different personality.
"This …" Zhao Qi glanced around in embarrassment. Finally, she made up her mind and whispered, "When … I went to the bathroom …"
Zhang Zian was speechless.
Although this topic was a little embarrassing for women, since Zhao Qi wanted to know the answer, he had to clarify the situation.
"You mean, as soon as you entered the bathroom, it would follow you?"
When she went to the bathroom, it could be to brush her teeth, wash her face, wash her clothes, go to the toilet, take a shower … There were too many possibilities.
"Not really … but … when I went to the bathroom." Zhao Qi's voice was getting lower and lower, and the ears of the bystanders were getting longer and longer.
Since she had already said it, she might as well give up and explain the situation in detail.
According to her description, she didn't know when exactly it started, but every time she went to the toilet to squat, Lan Lan seemed to have received some kind of signal. No matter what it was doing, even if it was eating, it would abandon the food bowl and jump into the toilet. Then … it would stare at her without blinking. No matter how hard she tried to chase it away, it would wait until she left the toilet and walked out of the bathroom before following her out.
If she was constipated … Emmmm.
The image of Zhao Qi sitting on the toilet and staring at a cat was too beautiful. The staff and the two girls tried hard not to laugh out loud.
Pfft!
Zhang Zian couldn't hold back and laughed until he cried.
Coming to the pet shop to ask him for help, Zhao Qi was already prepared to be laughed at, but his laughter was too exaggerated, and it was in front of two young girls, which made her feel very embarrassed.
But she really couldn't help it. This problem had been bothering her for a while. If Zhang Zian hadn't gone to Egypt, she would have come to ask for help a long time ago. It wasn't easy to wait for him to come back from Egypt, and she came as soon as she could.
She lived alone, and unless her best friend came to visit, she usually didn't have the habit of closing the toilet door. Since Lan Lan had this weird habit, she felt uncomfortable being stared at when she squatted on the toilet. She wanted to close the toilet door before squatting on the toilet, but it would scratch the door and meow miserably. People who didn't know better would think that she was abusing the cat.
As long as she didn't open the door, it would keep scratching and meowing.
She felt sorry for Lan Lan, so she could only open the door. It immediately stopped meowing and jumped onto the washing machine opposite the toilet. It stared at her with its eyes wide open, and even its favorite cat can couldn't lure it away.
She had also tried to divert its attention, such as using her phone while squatting on the toilet. If it wanted to stare, then let it stare. But in the end, she still lost.
The plot of some horror novels that she had read in the past suddenly came into her mind. Could Lan Lan have been taken over by a transmigrator or a reborn person? And it was a pervert who liked to stare at girls in the toilet?
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