Hello! My name is Kelly, and I live in the Sierra Nevada foothills with my uncle and two cats (oh, there's an old d-a-w-g too, and a horse and a cow).
I was depressed when I first moved here, but after I got Skadi (my aby-calico female) from the pound, I perked right up. She's very skittish, and not very trusting, but I gained her trust and her quirky, sweet personality came out. Our life was going really well, until my uncle brought a Manx kitten, who I named Magnus, home. He said the kitty (a tailess, bobcat looking guy) was homeless and no one wanted him. I found out later that an irresponsible owner took him for a ride in his convertible, and he jumped out at the store. My uncle took him home. Apparantly many others wanted him because he'd roll over on his belly and look demurely at them (pet my belly). He was so little, with these big huge feet. He tried to be friends with Skadi, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He made himself extremely comfortable here from the minute he moved in. I viewed her as the culprit of their emnity, but started noticing he "hunted" her, but has never, in four years, hurt her. He just keeps trying to take over different parts of the house. He just intimidates her, but it has gotten better since I keep him in my room alot of the time. This cat is the weirdest cat I have even been owned by. He will fall asleep in a tree, fetch, totally empty my drawers, try to turn the door handle, and other normal things such as bringing me my lunch (not my kind of cuisine though). He once was watching me eat a turkey sandwich, then reached over and yanked out a piece of turkey with his claw. He put it in his mouth and RAN under the bed and ate it.
There's a black stray (spayed) female that we feed. He sits there and looks out the window at her all the time. The other day Magnus and I went outside to hunt gophers. He saw her and attacked her, fur flying. He chased her (he's real fast) into the engine of an old Ford, and I had to pull him out of the engine to get him away from her. He gets so angry when I bring him in. First, he snorts, then growls, then hisses. The next day he was in the window, and I looked out and this stray cat (kitty girl) was teasing him, holding a squiggling gopher in her mouth, while looking at him. She has done this twice. Can other cats be racists (they have tails) or does Magnus think he's superior? I have to admit, he's spoilt. But I can't help it, he requires so much interaction and follows me *everywhere* I go. His nose is always in my food. He has to be in the bathroom when I am bathing, going potty or brushing my teeth. He must be supervised outside and his coat requires daily brushing. His tummy requires daily massage. What am I supposed to do when he lies on his back and looks at me?
My cousin came to visit and chastised me for favoring Magnus. Here's how she described it: she said it was like a mother with two kids who bragged constantly about one child, and then threw in a word or two about the other, quiet one. She made me feel really bad. I explained he requires more attention than Skadi. Is this unusual? What can I do about it? I guess that is my biggest "issue." I guess I do favor him, and feel really bad about it. My other cat has adopted my uncle. Am I a "bad mommie" or would a cat like this have that effect on anyone?
Kelly
I was depressed when I first moved here, but after I got Skadi (my aby-calico female) from the pound, I perked right up. She's very skittish, and not very trusting, but I gained her trust and her quirky, sweet personality came out. Our life was going really well, until my uncle brought a Manx kitten, who I named Magnus, home. He said the kitty (a tailess, bobcat looking guy) was homeless and no one wanted him. I found out later that an irresponsible owner took him for a ride in his convertible, and he jumped out at the store. My uncle took him home. Apparantly many others wanted him because he'd roll over on his belly and look demurely at them (pet my belly). He was so little, with these big huge feet. He tried to be friends with Skadi, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He made himself extremely comfortable here from the minute he moved in. I viewed her as the culprit of their emnity, but started noticing he "hunted" her, but has never, in four years, hurt her. He just keeps trying to take over different parts of the house. He just intimidates her, but it has gotten better since I keep him in my room alot of the time. This cat is the weirdest cat I have even been owned by. He will fall asleep in a tree, fetch, totally empty my drawers, try to turn the door handle, and other normal things such as bringing me my lunch (not my kind of cuisine though). He once was watching me eat a turkey sandwich, then reached over and yanked out a piece of turkey with his claw. He put it in his mouth and RAN under the bed and ate it.
There's a black stray (spayed) female that we feed. He sits there and looks out the window at her all the time. The other day Magnus and I went outside to hunt gophers. He saw her and attacked her, fur flying. He chased her (he's real fast) into the engine of an old Ford, and I had to pull him out of the engine to get him away from her. He gets so angry when I bring him in. First, he snorts, then growls, then hisses. The next day he was in the window, and I looked out and this stray cat (kitty girl) was teasing him, holding a squiggling gopher in her mouth, while looking at him. She has done this twice. Can other cats be racists (they have tails) or does Magnus think he's superior? I have to admit, he's spoilt. But I can't help it, he requires so much interaction and follows me *everywhere* I go. His nose is always in my food. He has to be in the bathroom when I am bathing, going potty or brushing my teeth. He must be supervised outside and his coat requires daily brushing. His tummy requires daily massage. What am I supposed to do when he lies on his back and looks at me?
My cousin came to visit and chastised me for favoring Magnus. Here's how she described it: she said it was like a mother with two kids who bragged constantly about one child, and then threw in a word or two about the other, quiet one. She made me feel really bad. I explained he requires more attention than Skadi. Is this unusual? What can I do about it? I guess that is my biggest "issue." I guess I do favor him, and feel really bad about it. My other cat has adopted my uncle. Am I a "bad mommie" or would a cat like this have that effect on anyone?
Kelly
