The path to building a deep connection with Mr. Chan was challenging, requiring patience and perseverance. The first obstacle we encountered was his refusal to eat. This caused me considerable unease, as I had never anticipated such a situation. I believe it is a typical instinct for animals to consume food when hungry. Days went by, and my worries grew. How could I help him if he wouldn't nourish himself?
Taking shelter within the hidden compartments of my bookcase, Mr. Chan cautiously explored his new surroundings.
Image 1: He found a hiding spot on the bookshelf.
I was at a loss as to how to approach the fearful cat. The surge of anxiety triggered a rush of adrenaline within me, fueling my determination to overcome this challenging task.
In a local animal magazine, I stumbled upon the story of Mr. Chan. This unfortunate cat hailed from the Hong Kong border, and as I flipped through the pages, a glimpse at his photograph in the publication ignited an idea in my mind.
Acting impulsively, I dashed to the nearest sushi shop, hoping to find a solution to his appetite woes. I bought various sashimi delights, including salmon, tuna, and scallops. To my relief, he emerged from his hiding place, tempted by the aroma of the fresh fish.
The magazine reported that Mr. Chan had been stranded on a deserted island without water or food. The group of cats relied on passing fishermen to provide them with sustenance. Naturally, the fishermen supplied them with fresh fish. From this perspective, I believe Mr. Chan would consider raw fish his usual food. Fortunately, my guess turned out to be correct, like hitting the jackpot.
Image 2: I placed the food on the bookshelf, and he quietly ate while stealing a few bites.
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Little did I know that my impulsive decision would lead to unforeseen consequences. From that day forward ...... Mr. Chan only take Sashimi ...
Now, let me share a woe tale of myself. My friend, Mrs. Wong, got wind of Mr. Chan's exclusive menu, and she started invading my home more often than the neighborhood squirrels. Mind you, we used to see each other only once a year. Her visits became regular occurrences, almost like clockwork.
Picture this: Mrs. Wong would saunter into the local sushi hub downstairs from my place nearly every alternative day. Out of curiosity, the sushi clerk started questioning her choices after six long months of selling her a single piece of scallop sushi day in and day out. Can you imagine? Who buys just one piece of sushi and nothing else, no soy sauce or wasabi?
When the poor clerk mustered the courage to ask about her peculiar orders, Mrs. Wong dropped the bombshell.
She asserted that the scallops were for the cat while she enjoyed the leftover rice balls herself.
The clerk's jaw practically hit the floor, probably thinking, "City people are under so much pressure these days?!"
Image 3: Mr. Chan happily enjoying his meal, the delicious scallops.
Mrs. Wong's gestures of kindness were solely directed toward Mr. Chan. Not a hint of sympathy crossed her mind, not even a passing thought of bringing me a little treat.
Mr. Chan truly enjoyed his sashimi feasts but did not let his guard down. He somewhat stopped the frantic meowing and remained cautious. He would cautiously emerge and explore the surroundings only when nobody was there.
Image 4: Typically, Mr. Chan only appears when there is nobody around.
To be continued...