Merlyn’s 13 years old & been fixed since he was like 6 months old. Now I always assumed that a fixed tomcat was a eunich and completely disinterested. There was a period when we had another fixed tomcat, and the Merlynator would mount him but we figured it was an animal dominance thing and didn’t give it another thought.
Well, we now have a couple girly kittens (and Merlyn, of course). One has been spayed, the other delayed for lack of funding and a current unrelated reign of general chaos in the household. So she’s in heat now, randy, and in doors. With the old eunich. Who I discovered today taking one for the team to give the poor lady what she wants.
No need for this to be in GQ, because the factual, “Can a neutered male kitty shag?” has been answered. But I would like some clarification: Anyone else seen anything like this? Or is my cat just amazingly disciplined?
I’m no expert, but my Big Book O’Cats says neutered kitties can still have sex. Not all are terribly interested, and it’s much ado about nothing, but yep.
Zazou was fixed at the youngest possible age for him to be so; but for a long time after Hamish and I moved in with each other, his cat Littlefur wasn’t spayed. (She is now.) She would therefore go into heat regularly, and sexually harass poor li’l Zazou like a real little slutbomb.
Anyway, one time I saw him actually mount her, bite her neck, start going, and then midway get this weird expression on his face, like "Yes! Yes! Ye – … … I forget what happens next. "
Oh my og I laughed so hard when I read this. I was laughing so hard that my SO was giving me that look, so I sent him the link. Then he started laughing manically. You have spread much joy today
You are not the only one puzzled by this. Allow me to introduce BEAR, a five-year- old neutered tom, and NIBLET, a five-year-old female, a few months younger than Bear. Every so often, Bear stalks Niblet in an O.J.-like slow pursuit, and when Niblet gets tired of this Bear will try to mount her. All action stops as each tries to recall what to do next:
BEAR: Umm, you don’t happen to remember what…
NIBLET: Oh, not again! What happened to the instruction booklet you claim you had?
BEAR: I must have mislaid it. And speaking of mislaying…
NIBLET: Oh, no, Mister Fumblepaws, I’m not about to coach you through this thing you’re trying to do.
BEAR: Hey, you are supposed to enjoy this, too. How about a little co-operation here, Toots?
NIBLET: Well, I guess we could ask the bi-peds. Listen to them yelling at us!
BEAR: What do they know, anyway? Seen any human kittens around this place? Besides, I’ve seen the male in his shower, and I could tell you stories that would make your fur stand on end!
NIBLET: Well, this is getting us nowhere. What now?
BEAR: How about a nap?
NIBLET: Yeah, that works for me.
They mosey off, checking the food bowl on the way into the bedroom and soon are asleep.
MALE BIPED: I don’t get it! They’ve both been disarmed, but still they think…
FEMALE BIPED: Look; I have a hard enough time understanding men, and you want me to understand cats, too?
My Princess Bitey is still intact, but our boy Rubicante has been neutered. As we speak, Bitey is in heat and Cante is getting that weird neutered tomcat look - clueless and turned on, all at once. And yes, he tries to do the deed. Their son Kitt (yes, Cante succeeded, once, the day before he went to get snipped :smack: ) just looks at them like they are crazy. He’s neutered, too.
I was whatching my indoor/outdoor cat out on the lawn last summer. (He’s been fixed for quite some time) I saw him interacting with another cat, from the way the were pacing around each other I thought they were fixing to fight.
Being as how I had quaffed a few beers I didn’t stop the impending fight as I thought it might make for some good cheap entertainment.
Well, with in a blink of an eye I saw my cat on top of the other cat just going at it like nobody’s business. And since I’m a guy, I had no choice but to slap my cat an imaginary high five.
/went to a boxing match
/saw kitty porn instead. :eek:
Our fixed male cat was sexually harrassed by the intact female we inherited before she was spayed. He never braved up enough to attempt the deed, however.
Yet WhyTom also has his “special towel”, and he’ll drag it into his lair (underneath a coffee table covered with a cloth that goes all the way to the ground). A few minutes in there, and he’ll start purring and making these really odd sounds. If I lift the cloth and peek in, he freezes and gives me this shocked, “MOM! I’m busy in here!!!” look.
Poor WhyQueen. She’s been snubbed in favor of terrycloth goodness.
Now you mention it, the other fixed tom we had that Merlyn would mount from time to time would make love to the same blanket with disturbing frequency. He was not shy at all about it, even when his bipeds had company.
My neutered Singapura boy, Tenshi, often mounts my babe-a-licious spayed Russian Blue girl, Meep. She doesn’t seem to mind except when he bites too hard on her neck, but even then she doesn’t leave or anything. She just sits there and me-yowls at him until he tones it down. He never gets past the neck-biting, kneading-with-the-front-paws stage, though, and the confused look he gets as he tries to figure out what to do next is amusing.
Strangely, our other neutered male, Ozzy (he’s 2 and a half–Tenshi is 5), shows no interest in this behavior.
A friend’s comment when I showed her a pic of Tenshi and Meep going at it: “Bow-chick-a-meow-meow…”
I have an unspayed female who is desperately in love with one of my neutered males. She pines for him endlessly, and man oh man does she want to have his love child. He often “obliges” and they sure look like they are doing the deed. If I catch them and ask, “What are you two doing”? he gets an embarrassed look on his face and runs off.
She has no interest in my other neutered male. The first one was neutered well into adulthood and looks like a tom, while my other boy doesn’t; maybe she can tell the difference.
cat and horse person here. at the risk of a hijack –
all our horses are geldings. (neutered males for the non-horsey set.) i was present when Brandy was deprived of superfluous parts as a youngster. however, i was also present one memorable night down at the barn when i found out:
that he had found a girlfriend among the mares in the herd
that she was “in season” and willing
that, without any previous training or experience, he not only figured out what to do about the situation, but actually managed to achieve the objective, as it were. ( :eek: )
that he looked embarassed all to hell when he discovered i was observing the activities from around the corner of the barn.
maybe it’s true what they say about “What you don’t know…” obviously, HE didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.
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