Midday Palate Cleanser

🎶 Everybody was Kung-Fu Fighting…

(H/T Scissorhead Purplehead)

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8 Responses to Midday Palate Cleanser

  1. Hello TG. That little one is desperate for other cat friends to play with. I can attest that cats are happier with others of their kind to gang up on the humans with. Great post. Hugs

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    • tengrain says:

      If you say so, Scottie.

      My sisters cats still hiss at each other upon entering a room and finding the other one there, and spitting and chasing the interloper out. Litter mates, and I think they are about 12 years old now.

      Of course, my sister and I hiss and spit in close confinement, too.



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      • Hello TG. Yes we have never had a multiple cat house where they did not pretend they were mortal enemies and then snuggled down to sleep with each other and / or us. The real claws out fights tended to happen if one took the closest best sleeping positions next to us that another one of them objected to and that was normally open warfare at 2 or 3 AM. We have actually thought it was cos play on their part for our benefit to get extra attention from us because we noticed that there were different teams and “victims” in the different scenarios. Then there was the demand for treaties to settle down and let us sleep. I really think we were played. We are currently down to a one cat home. Not sure how long that will last.

        Oh hissing at your sister is normal, but when you get to the biting stage you should maybe think of mediation, or at least back up. 😀🤣😃😉🤩 Hugs

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  2. MDavis says:

    “There is now a level zero.”
    (Dustin Hoffman)

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  3. Bruce388 says:

    Mom had a black and white porcelain cat somewhat bigger than that. When I brought it home Hershey always gave it a wide berth. Mom’s cat Teddy, who also came home with me, had become acclimated to it.

    Everyone expected Hershey to pitch a fit when Teddy came on the scene, but it was the other way around. Hershey was quite gracious while Teddy bitched and moaned. Luckily that only lasted a few days, after which they were buddies and somewhat hard to tell apart.

    When The Bride moved in, her fancy schmancy Siberian cats always hissed at both of my black domestic shorthairs. Racist bitches.

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