My boyfriend has been pestering me to bring my cat over to meet his roomate’s cat since I got him (the cat, not the boyfriend), and tonight I said, what the hell, okay. I mean, Dewey came from a shelter full of other cats with whom he got along swimmingly, and Walt, well, Walt needs some exercise. Also, we’re not sure Walt really knows much about other cats at all.
Okay, so I knew territory could be a problem, but in my head I just saw them getting along!
Well, Walt made a crazy scary noise, Dewey made a noise like a fire engine, Grant tried to calm him down and got bitten for his troubles, Walt ran away (what a pussy!), and my boyfriend says he hates my cat now. (I’m pretty sure he’s kidding.) That did not go as planned. Lesson learned. (And I was thinking about getting another cat for Dewey to play with!)
So, make me feel better - tell me about a time when something didn’t quite go the way you saw it going in your head.
I just had an argument with my nextdoor neighbor that descended into name-calling and her revealing a lot more information about my personal life than it is healthy for her to know. And all I wanted to say to her was that even though she has repeatedly insulted my family and made my elderly mother cry, I don’t harbor any ill-will towards her, and in fact feel sorry for the apparent obsessive-compulsive behavior she suffers from. Don’t quite know how it got out of hand.
And just in case this is your first cat, keep in mind they are not rational, thinking beings that understand the concept of a “play-date”. If you expect them to act like toddlers, they will disappoint you, and leave scars. Cats may take days or weeks to get used to each other, and forcing a meeting just makes them testy. And their ways of getting aquainted with each other may involve the shedding of blood and fur…this is normal…for cats. Borrow toddlers if you want happy sharing and cuteness.
If it makes you feel better, my two cats took some time to get used to each other (even though they had lived together at the shelter where I adopted them from). For the first few days, one would always growl at the other when the other came too close for comfort. However, slowly, after a few weeks they got used to each other and seem to be fairly amicable now…at least, there has been no more growling. I’ve even seen them licking each other and sleeping together at times.
::cleans glasses reads posts again, takes sip of coffee, and reads post a fourth time::
What were you expecting to happen? Because anything short of “and then my ex-girlfriend tried to shoot us both, missed narrowly, and ran screaming from the room declaring her intention to become a nun” has to be better than expected.
I guess what we’ve learned in this thread is that we’re a pack of morons, because there is no way that any of these situations could have possibly turned out well, and that Grant getting the crap bitten out of his hand is probably the best outcome yet mentioned.
I had an experience a lot like Zsofia’s. Sally was a fine mama cat who had already nurtured 3 litters. A friend suggested a litter between Sally and his long-haired male would be some very pretty cats. I took Sally over to Dean’s house. The instant we walked in the front door, Dean’s cat laid his ears back and started yowling. Sally jumped down, and after two quick laps around the living room, they both rocketed out the door. Sally went up a very big tree and stood up there meowing. I tried for an hour to talk her down. That was the last time I saw her.
Bwahahaaa! You are both too funny (Now that I’m looking back at it from 35 years ago)! Thanks.
But really, my ex-girlfriend and I had broken up nearly a year before and she was seriously involved with another guy. We just…well…didn’t think it would be an issue for her. :o
Oh, to be young and naive again…tried to shoot us both…ran screaming…You thought that would go well?..**Martiju ** and Skald, I’m STILL laughing!!!
Heh, my cats have been living together for 4.5 years now and they still pretty much hate each other. As soon as I started reading your OP, I winced. I’ve found that unless cats are litter mates, they probably hate each other.
