Fufu

Playing with care

Fufu's personality? 1. The smooth queen – likes to pretend not to know when climbing the curtain or secretly knocking a glass off the table, then acting innocent like “Who did it? Who did it?” 2. Extremely clingy – If you sit still, Fufu will climb onto your lap without asking permission. He will even rub his face against your cheek, making it feel like a small cloud is clinging to you. 3. Loves cleanliness like a Japanese housewife – spends almost the whole day licking her body, so her fur is always white and clean (but don’t get it dirty, or it will make a face like the world is going to end). 4. A little startled - The slightest sound of plastic makes me run under the bed immediately. But if it's the sound of opening a bag of snacks? Fufu comes immediately. Never misses. 5. Have a little ego – Don’t like anyone to hold her without permission first. But if she walks up to me, she will burrow into my chest and sleep like she owns my life. I want to say that… I never thought that cats would be “jealous” until that day. It started when I was on the phone with a friend for a while, and I accidentally burst out laughing, and she appeared from under the table... “Meow!” The first sound is a warning. I turned to look. Fufu was sitting there, his fur and ears standing up, his face looking very unhappy. I smiled and lightly patted her head. “It’s no one, dear. I was just talking to a friend…” She doesn't listen. She walked over and sat in front of my phone, hitting the screen with her back. I had to move my phone away, but she followed me and lightly slapped me like, “Give it to me!” Who's calling? It doesn't matter... What matters is me! Not enough — When I didn't put down the phone, Fufu climbed onto my lap, put her face against the arm that held the phone, and squinted at the phone with the corner of her eye as if it were an enemy. When I said “I miss you” to my friend, she immediately jumped onto my lap, walked across the keyboard, made a “pap, pap, pap” sound, and went to sleep hugging her pillow as if she was being sarcastic. Ten minutes later, I hung up. Fufu came back to me... But it wasn't over yet. She ignored me first. I leaned down to stroke her head, and she turned her face away. When I stroked her again, she “bite lightly” and immediately licked herself. ...bite first, lick later, as if to say, "Remember, you are mine." That’s it — I spent almost an hour coaxing my cat with treats, belly rubs, and the most pleading sounds of my life. Finally, Fufu agreed to come back and sleep on my chest like before, with a soft purring sound as if to say, “You can forgive me… but next time, no more than five minutes.” Good at being clingy. If you don't pay attention, you'll keep clinging.