Being 'Manxed" (see my post above) did NOT impede Blackie's activities at all.
When I brought him home from the vet, I thought he would like to recuperate alone--but no, he became very distressed. I had him in a closed in back porch, and he did NOT take kindly at all to being caged in anything. When I took him to the vet, I couldn't keep him in the carrier--he tore through it--and I ended up driving him to the vet's office, wrapped in a towel, in my lap, and bleeding all over me. When asked if this was my cat, I replied: "he will be once I pay his bill". Meanwhile, his broken tail and injuries were bleeding all over me and the floor.
When I got him home, Blackie became distressed, although the 'cage' was a comfortable closed-in room. So I introduced him to Princess, a misnamed long-hair tabby male. His story is posted elsewhere, too. Princess was very shy and skittish, and I worried that this might not be a good match. I needn't have worried--Blackie settled down almost immediately. They became the best of buddies and played together almost all the time.
One time, Princess ran up to Blackie and slapped him in the face, then took off--initiating a chase. They ended up halfway up a tall palm tree. Princess on top and Blackie on the bottom. We were out in the yard watching. Both cats looked at us, as in 'Now what???' Princess climbed down the tree backward over Blackie, and departed the scene.
Blackie had his revenge though. My then fiance, his best friend and I were in the back yard of my house. In the distant back part of our yard was Princess, who had caught something. When Princess caught anything, it was usually by accident. So he looked at the three of us with an expression that plainly said: "Now what do I do?"
From the east side of the yard came Blackie--through the fence--doing his best impression of a WW II Dauntless Dive-bomber on a bombing run, and he swooped up whatever Princess had caught and disappeared through the fence into the neighbor's yard on the west side of us.
Princess sat there, dumfounded, looking around like "what happened? What happened? What happened?"
And the three of us just howled with laughter.
So the moral of this story is: your kitty is an individual just like all of us and he/she will do or act the way his/her personality is.
When I brought him home from the vet, I thought he would like to recuperate alone--but no, he became very distressed. I had him in a closed in back porch, and he did NOT take kindly at all to being caged in anything. When I took him to the vet, I couldn't keep him in the carrier--he tore through it--and I ended up driving him to the vet's office, wrapped in a towel, in my lap, and bleeding all over me. When asked if this was my cat, I replied: "he will be once I pay his bill". Meanwhile, his broken tail and injuries were bleeding all over me and the floor.
When I got him home, Blackie became distressed, although the 'cage' was a comfortable closed-in room. So I introduced him to Princess, a misnamed long-hair tabby male. His story is posted elsewhere, too. Princess was very shy and skittish, and I worried that this might not be a good match. I needn't have worried--Blackie settled down almost immediately. They became the best of buddies and played together almost all the time.
One time, Princess ran up to Blackie and slapped him in the face, then took off--initiating a chase. They ended up halfway up a tall palm tree. Princess on top and Blackie on the bottom. We were out in the yard watching. Both cats looked at us, as in 'Now what???' Princess climbed down the tree backward over Blackie, and departed the scene.
Blackie had his revenge though. My then fiance, his best friend and I were in the back yard of my house. In the distant back part of our yard was Princess, who had caught something. When Princess caught anything, it was usually by accident. So he looked at the three of us with an expression that plainly said: "Now what do I do?"
From the east side of the yard came Blackie--through the fence--doing his best impression of a WW II Dauntless Dive-bomber on a bombing run, and he swooped up whatever Princess had caught and disappeared through the fence into the neighbor's yard on the west side of us.
Princess sat there, dumfounded, looking around like "what happened? What happened? What happened?"
And the three of us just howled with laughter.
So the moral of this story is: your kitty is an individual just like all of us and he/she will do or act the way his/her personality is.
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