Good things don't come alone.

I saw a question on Zhihu yesterday: "should I give up after adopting a stray cat with a bad temper?" I would like to think a little bit, write down the story of Sesame and share it with you. Here is my answer. I don't know what they've suffered and how long they've been in pain. Its trauma cannot be formed in a day, nor can it be improved in a day. A little bit of my experience is that only love and time can dissolve their doubts, hostility, and hatred. I know that adopters are under no obligation to adopt a cat that is completely different from what they think, but there is a saying: "the best things don't come alone, they come with everything." If you want to be with it, please don't give it up in such a hurry and give each other a little more time. -the following is a personal statement of Sesame.

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her name is Sesame, which is named because her body hair is yellow and timid as a mouse. He has been at home for nine years, and before that, he was also a stray cat, mixed in Beijing Ma Si, Cotton Hutong, and used to be a young man of literature and art. She was often beaten when she was out on the street, and the only one she trusted was her caregiver, a girl I knew. It is also limited to getting close and rubbing. One day the girl saw her eyes inflamed and grabbed her and wanted to give her some eye drops. In a hurry, I took the external insect repellent by mistake and pointed it directly into my eyes. The girl said she ran away howling. I haven't been close since. The caregiver said that her eyes were injured and she was not suitable for wandering. I think she has short blood and is good-looking. After sterilization and deworming, she can find adoption. It can be seen that I thought so beautifully at that time. When I went to catch her in the middle of winter, I tried my best to grab her into the cat box. On the way home, she wailed all the way, tearing her heart and lungs. After entering the house, he didn't show up for a week, hiding under the sofa, behind the washing machine, in all kinds of places we couldn't see. With the low cries of the night. I don't care about her either. All I have to do is to see that there will be less cat food and water.

 About ten days or so, occasionally show up, the time is not more than 15 seconds, quickly disappear. After a month, he will occasionally eat some cat food in front of us, and he is still as timid as a mouse. We never hug her forcibly, call her, or yell at her. We just tell her by behavior that we are not terrible. We can be each other's safe neighbors, friends, or just strangers under the eaves. Forget how long, two months? Three months? Maybe longer, she showed up, wandered, started trying to rub my leg, fed the can, and ran right away, she would come and touch me while I was sitting, and she would scratch the door when I was resting in the bedroom. She began to act coquettish, act cute, and snore like all normal cats, and she began to trust me. But the above behavior is limited to me, my husband is still very vigilant, avoids walking, and does not let touch. Then one day, he jumped on my husband's leg and rubbed it. My husband said excitedly, look, she let me touch the sesame. I feel like he's going to cry. In the first few years after entering the house, the guests in the house didn't see anything about her. She hid behind the washing machine and never came out until the guests left. Now, when the guests come to the house, she will judge for herself and greet them when they are close to their eyes, rolling, touching, and turning their bellies. PS. I still remember the first time I took her to get vaccinated. 

At that time, I thought she was brave enough. As a result, in the hospital, I carried her from the cage to the consultation room, and the nurse asked me to have a vaccine test. For a moment I saw her banging her head against the glass of the consultation room like crazy. She didn't know it was glass, so she thought she could rush out of there to find me, so she hit the glass again and again. I hurried to open the door, and she plunged into my arms like crazy, buried her head in my clothes, and immediately, the world was quiet. Chicken flying dog jumps pet hospital, I find a corner to sit down, touch her and talk to her, for a while, she gently snored, I called the nurse, gave the injection. Before that, I thought, she is very beautiful, has English short blood, has been vaccinated may was able to be adopted. After that injection, I decided to keep her. I didn't want her to have a hard time adapting to another person, another family. It's enough that she loves me.