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Carl-E:
Older cats hate kittens. They remind them of the fleeting nature of popularity.
More importatly, when the kittens reach young adulthood, they start beating up the older cats, stealing their toys and treats, usurping their place at the food dish, etc. It's weird.
(we have 4 cats, one 15, one's 14, one's 3 and the last is 2, and it's really weird watching how the younger ones gang up on the older ones)
Redball:
--- Quote from: Carl-E on 24 Mar 2012, 20:46 ---Older cats hate kittens. They remind them of the fleeting nature of popularity.
More importatly, when the kittens reach young adulthood, they start beating up the older cats, stealing their toys and treats, usurping their place at the food dish, etc. It's weird.
(we have 4 cats, one 15, one's 14, one's 3 and the last is 2, and it's really weird watching how the younger ones gang up on the older ones)
--- End quote ---
I like your reasoning, and it probably helps explain why the two cats don't get along. The younger early on started pouncing on the older, and he seemed dominant. For a while. Now, I think she's re-established dominance.
LTK:
The last time the neighbours had a litter of kittens, one of them came wandering over to our house. Our own cat was looking at it like it was demon spawn.
Also, I had a dwarf hamster once. I went to the vet with it because of a weird lump on its ear. They decided to give it an injection for something, which cost twelve-year-old me €25. Then the incompetent shit of an assistant put it right into its lung. The hamster died of suffocation later that day. I now distrust veterinary medicine even more than I distrust human medicine.
TheEvilDog:
Buddha Lemur!
Lemur sit-in.
Why yes, the only thing between us and that cheetah is chicken wire....
Also, hairy palms (trees)
Kenyahp:
We have three cats. Two are my mom's. One is mine. Mine lives indoors and whenever she gets scared, which is often, she runs to me for comfort. Then slaps me in the face if I pick her up. She was a stray we brought in about 10 years ago. Shes about 12 or so. Albert is also 12. He was born here, so we've had him a while. Then, little Alvin is 3. He was born here, also, and immediately started picking on Albert for his rightful place as king. He tried picking on Emma, my cat, and she smacked him so hard he runs from her.
My dad won't let me get anymore pets. Especially not kittens. He hates kittens. And cats. and my happiness.
Zingoleb- You crack me up, seriously. Although, for the record, when I was about 10, we used to have a creek running next to our house. My guinea pig and I were chilling outside and he made a mad break for the creek. I think he was trying to kill himself.
My friends do the same thing. Maybe, when exposed to me, animals feel too much joy and just can't handle it...
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