well after almost 10 days of owning Whitey, B has determined he can't stay with us any longer.
Whitey began to fight for dominance this weekend and at 3 or 4 in the morning will begin to chase the other cats. Early this morning, we saw Luna was favoring one of her legs and heavily licking it. She's fine now, no limping and she'll let me touch it, but still.
Since its turned aggressive (poor Beauty was found cowering Saturday morning) B doesn't want to wait until the cats get seriously hurt. I had told him yesterday that I wanted to keep at training Whitey, but this morning I'm outvoted. Plus I know him well enough that he won't lift a finger to support me at this point, so I can't mentally and physically herd 4 cats.
Since this is his decision, I'm making him find the rescue (non-killing of course) and taking Whitey there. I'll pack the bags, but that's it. I had to pick Whitey up and carry in all his stuff, so B can do it this time. Plus the neighborhood I was in wasn't exactly my idea of someplace I want to go, even just to get gas at and the people I picked him up from were just nuts (really they were...they tried to fix me up with one of their nephews despite me telling them I already had a boyfriend).
Ugh, I Just hate giving up on things when they just started. And poor whitey, his 4th home and he's not even a year old.
Whitey began to fight for dominance this weekend and at 3 or 4 in the morning will begin to chase the other cats. Early this morning, we saw Luna was favoring one of her legs and heavily licking it. She's fine now, no limping and she'll let me touch it, but still.
Since its turned aggressive (poor Beauty was found cowering Saturday morning) B doesn't want to wait until the cats get seriously hurt. I had told him yesterday that I wanted to keep at training Whitey, but this morning I'm outvoted. Plus I know him well enough that he won't lift a finger to support me at this point, so I can't mentally and physically herd 4 cats.
Since this is his decision, I'm making him find the rescue (non-killing of course) and taking Whitey there. I'll pack the bags, but that's it. I had to pick Whitey up and carry in all his stuff, so B can do it this time. Plus the neighborhood I was in wasn't exactly my idea of someplace I want to go, even just to get gas at and the people I picked him up from were just nuts (really they were...they tried to fix me up with one of their nephews despite me telling them I already had a boyfriend).
Ugh, I Just hate giving up on things when they just started. And poor whitey, his 4th home and he's not even a year old.