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Originally Posted by DMcCunney
Kittens tend to get accepted quickly enough by existing (female) cats because they are kittens. (Male cats seem to have "I'm not trained for this!" reactions and back away hurriedly. Females just go "You need wash", and hold down the kitten to apply it.)
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Not our female. She's finally decided that he gets to live, and she's learned how to play with him, but man, she was PISSED.
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Tigers love it. Zoos participating in big cat breeding programs have discovered that the way to go was give each cat a dedicated keeper, and a favorite recreation was to jump into the pool with their keeper and frolic. Zoos insert humans into the cat's social structures early. It reaches a point where a female will mate and give birth, and shortly after turn the kittens over to a keeper. "I did my job and gave birth. Now you take over!"
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I'd heard something along those lines.
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Well of course he's oblivious to the idea he might be in trouble. He's lord of creation. Rules apply to lesser beings.
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Dennis
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Yabbut, D, I've dealt with stallions in my life. Literally, not being metaphorical, and breeding dogs. I'm accustomed to full male/Alpha behavior. That's always a case of staring down the alpha male animal.
It's
not that. (Okay, it's
some of that, as he has those uber-champion bloodlines and was originally intended to be a breeding rex.) But primarily, it's some other sort of...I dunno. It is as though his entire thought process is "of course you can't be mad at me. I'm ZEP! Everybody loves me!"
When I first met him, my intention was to take two adults that needed homing. Y'know, because they have a harder time finding forever homes. He was a kitten that had been fostered by another MC female, at the breeder. *(long story as to how I ended up with a breeder; she does a lot of rescue..). I walked into the room, and he bounded down from his kitten-sized scratching tree/platform, raced across the floor, bounced up on the bed, ran over to me and essentially stuck out his paw, flopping on me, saying "Hey, I'm Zep! How do ya like me so far?," and that was
IT. I ended up with a grown female that needed a home, and this brat. But that same sort of super-cheery, "everybody loves me" mindset has persisted into adulthood. If you yell at him about something, he looks at you as if you spoke to him in Dog. "
What? You didn't mean me, right?"
It's truly bizarre. Dogs, horses, cats...never deal with such an
oblivious critter in my life. It's a real challenge, establishing boundaries.
Hitch