I authored a thread some time ago about my cat. My a=hole cat. He totally is.
The mostly true story of the flatulant bandercat
I promised after writing that thread, that I would update this little bastard's exploits.
I say "bastard" with all due respect to the origins of the word. Trust me. Bander
has earned the title.
My ex wife is an animal behaviorist... along with rescuing ass-face cats, we also did boxer rescue... mostly badly abused dogs with only one chance
remaining. Rehab or the needle. My ex, her faults withstanding, is a BRILLIANT dog handler. Cats as well... except for one... Bander.
We were rehabbing a large, 80lb boxer named "Moose". Moose had issues with interaction... cats, people... but mostly cats.
We had Moose in our home for two weeks before we started to integrate him with our cats (we had 3 at the time... my exe's 2 and... Bander) His first
interactions with the gentler of my exe's cats proved promising. Moose was tentative at first, but when he realized that the cats were family too...
he became cool with it. Both of her cats and Moose were quick friends. How sweet...
Then... we tried to integrate him with my Bandercat... this is the story, to the best of my recollection:
(As an aside... Moose would howl and yodel at sirens... it was awesome)
So... there I was, in my office perusing threads on ATS when I heard the most incredible sounds of mayhem spewing from the living room. Intrigued, of
course, I opened the door to see what all of the fuss was about...
My Bandercat was firmly inside of Moose's gaping jaws, and he was shaking his big doggie head furiously, as a dog does when trying to rip apart its
prey. Or so it seemed
That isn't exactly what happened, as we discovered when we seperated the two of them. We have no idea what instigated the incident, but based on the
aftermath, this is what we think actually happened...
Bander or Moose, not sure which one, irritated the other. Moose decided to see what a cat tastes like, so he attempted to eat him. One problem. He
grabbed Bander by the torso, leaving all 20 claws and 90 teeth free to inflict some mayhem. When we pulled them apart, it became clear that Moose was
not shaking his head furiously to rip his prey... instead, he was trying to get Bander to let go
The end result?
Bander was a bit gross and slobbery... no blood.
Moose went to the vet for the dozens
of cuts and punctures to his ears, neck and face. He looked like an MMA fighter that got his ass handed to
him. By a 15lb cat.
Moose and Bander never had another issue, and Moose went to a great home. With scars.
The morale of the story?
I'll let you guys come up with that
edit on 25-8-2014 by madmac5150 because: Al Gore wants to eat your CHILDREN for Easter!