I love battle cat, he is a great house cat, I only said I'd take him out because one day, he is going to get so f'd up, I'll have to put him down. Plus, he is after the other males who are real sweethearts and beating them down all the time. I've even shot at him with the BB-gun to get him to cut it out, but yelling, throwing sticks and acting like an angry mountain gorilla scare the shit out of him and drives him off into the woods.
His name is actually Little Fellow, because he was the runt of his litter. The other cats didn't seem to like him much, and he became attached to me. He'd come out when I got home from work at night and greet me as I got out of my truck. He easily became a house cat and is such a lover. He acts like a kitten indoors, but outside, he is a complete badass.
I took good care of him, wormed him, treated the fleas, ticks, ear mites, etc. He grew and bulked out; he wasn't a little fellow anymore. Then, after a year or so, he developed some big, plump nads and became a badass. He began to fight, spray, and he became quite the Romeo, I'd say he was even a gentle lover to the females in heat, to the degree a cat can be one.
I don't want to take out the battle cat, that's why I took him to the vet and am willing to spend hundreds on him. That bitch at the vet was too dense to understand that; her offense at my "talk" was her emotional reaction. It is likely she has no clue about the true reality of nature and couldn't handle a survival situation. Mother Nature is cruel and uncaring for the most part. I doubt people like that will survive when they have to make the hard choices.
ETA: Great story by the way, thanks.
His name is actually Little Fellow, because he was the runt of his litter. The other cats didn't seem to like him much, and he became attached to me. He'd come out when I got home from work at night and greet me as I got out of my truck. He easily became a house cat and is such a lover. He acts like a kitten indoors, but outside, he is a complete badass.
I took good care of him, wormed him, treated the fleas, ticks, ear mites, etc. He grew and bulked out; he wasn't a little fellow anymore. Then, after a year or so, he developed some big, plump nads and became a badass. He began to fight, spray, and he became quite the Romeo, I'd say he was even a gentle lover to the females in heat, to the degree a cat can be one.
I don't want to take out the battle cat, that's why I took him to the vet and am willing to spend hundreds on him. That bitch at the vet was too dense to understand that; her offense at my "talk" was her emotional reaction. It is likely she has no clue about the true reality of nature and couldn't handle a survival situation. Mother Nature is cruel and uncaring for the most part. I doubt people like that will survive when they have to make the hard choices.
ETA: Great story by the way, thanks.
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