posted on Mar, 6 2019 @ 11:23 AM
9kg cat?!!! sorry, had to do the conversion, i don't get imperial/american weights, but I can imagine things in kg, that's just over a third of a bag
of cement lol, big cat.
He turned out to be huge,first Tabby I have owned.He was the last Kitten from a litter from a Mother/Family that had been turned into a Local
Vet....the Mother was "biter"....so was her little boy,this fella was NOT adopted....to feisty,so they had scheduled the Mom and the rejected Son who
was her spitting image for execution....a last call was put out for potential adoptive Friends....enter me.....once I heard the story I was drawn to
the little bugger...I was raised on a Farm and had many pets but had never had a "city inside pet"....lol..I drove to the Vet to see what was up and
to stop the execution or in my mind persecution.Suffice to say...the general feelings everyone had when I walked in were not looking good,everyone was
kind of shaking their heads and schmerking when I asked to see the cute little Kitten they had available..
He had me at the first CHOMP....lol...he waited till I reached down to pet him the he calmly leaned his neck over turned his head and CHOMPED ME on
the inside of my meaty thumb part....an acrobatic manouver to say the least...not a hiss not a growl no fluffed tail no squinting eyes....nope...he
just calmly chomped me and then LOOKED ME IN THE EYES not even blinking....didn't scratch or scoot away.....he just sat there at attention and looked
right up at me fearlessly...the Vet Assistant got me a swab for my nip and went to get his favorite toy so we could get him in a better mood....I WAS
ALREADY HEAD OVER HEELS.....she came back with his favorite toy...a RED SHOELACE....and that was it I decided he was coming with me....who in their
right mind would give the Son of a Biter a RED SHOELACE TO PLAY WITH.....jeepers the poor sucker got most of Moms bite first ask questions later
genes....then to rile him up with a blood colored string before or while ADOPTIVE parents were looking at him....lol...lol...he came home wit
me.....the next morning I went back to take the Mom as well but they wouldn't give her to me because the Vet said she would drive him away and due to
their strong natures it would be ugly....so I lost her...but saved him.
AT 5 years old I used to lay on my belly for hours on the ground in the springtime sunshine trying to capture wild cats....nail them as they came out
to play...bare-handed I would take on the little fire-balls.....lol...my Franky didn't intimidate me one bit....lol...in the Country EVERY MOTHER AND
KITTEN IS A BITER....lol.
His profile is within healthy parameters....so he is not a tubby Tabby...just raw boned big....but there was a Ginger/White cat with strikingly green
eyes @ that Vets that was the biggest feline Ihave ever seen...almost 4 fingers between his eyes his skull was so big....had to be 35ish-40ish..must
have been hybrid vigor because this was a massive cat .
I had a Himilayan once....but nothing like that beast who was the Clinics home Cat.
Since the first day I brought him home Franky has never bitten anyone....not punctured....he has scraped me countless times accidentally....he has
taken it thru the first tiny layers of skin in play....but never ever bitten anyone with intent or malice...he is not a biter...but he can be.I
trained him to jump to your head and hang on on command...your head not mine,seriously,the odd time he stalks me and tries to get the jump on me but
has never leapt on anyone except Family on command when I trained him.
He is a constant tooth sharpener...he hones his teeth constantly on things around the house....he has to have things in his mouth...I let him play
bite my sock covered feet...he gets my first 4toes in his mouth entirely...and gnaws on them....while I simulate death throes of a mouse every time he
increases and decreases the pressure....I had to let him kill things in his mind from day one....teach him how to control the bite....as a Kitten all
he could get into his mouth was one big toe....lol....but as soon as he felt the death throes and felt me reacting to his bite pressure I could stop
his pressure where I wanted to using voice tones ....when the mouse stops moving he stops the pressure....wiggle once...he will give you a wee bit
more then hold it....talk to him....teach him....and he fulfills the bite need in his gut.....under controlled reward based dynamics.
Cats respond way better to verbals than Dogs or any animal except Swine...which are spooky smart....and Crows also spooky smart with words.
If you raise your cat to be non-verbal....never react to any sounds they make...but react to every motion and need they have....they quickly learn the
ropes....and you develop your own sign language with them....once you have that down and they respond to hand signs silently and immediately then YOU
can atattch verbals to your hand signs….then words to the verbals.My cat knows how to ask for things....properly....if I name his things he will go
sit at attention at each one in sequence….when someone comes walking to our front door he is already at my side with his paw on my leg making head
movements and leading eye contact long before they get there.....then when he has my attention he escorts me to the door silently then sits at
Intruder attention with fluffed tail.When Strangers come in he watches me for cues and has NEVER backed down or off or away from my side...he is
utterly fearless and knows he has back-up...he has NEVER BEEN STRUCK OUT OF PLAY...ever...never been taught to fear anyone...once he hit adulthood it
could not weaken him....I taught him to retreat and circle back immediately to attack from a back1/4...intentionally....during playtimes....which is
all times....lol...he hits you with his body and bearhugs the back of your calf giving you a big wide fake bite.....lol...and he HOLDS ON DEARLY
GROWLING like a bear when he gets you from behind....kicking at him would not be a god idea....his instincts have been tactically
managed.....lol....two Vets couldn't corner him in an Office I had to come in and get him for them....yes they had the leather gloves and even a
leather blanket they tried cornering and covering him with.....lol...lol..I watched....he SAT AT ATTENTION in a corner totally fearless and aware
looking right at them...as soon as they swung the blanket at him he batted it away with one paw....and held his ground....when they leaned in and
tried to toss the blanket on him after a few failed tries at fooling him....lol....he reared up from attention with BOTH PAWS and pushed the blanket
away then sat down again holding his ground growling like a mad dog....no hisses....just growls...they tried this twice and I asked if they needed
help....someone was going to get hurt...lol....so I held him as they pricked and prodded him and he blamed me forever....lol.
I still laugh thinking about the looks on the 2 Vets faces,,,because he out-thought them and they knew it...he didn't do anything they were used to
Cats doing.....lol...lol..lol….once they knew he wasn't going to get sucked into fighting them under the blanket that he was not even letting
himself get under the blanket....they realised what they were dealing with...and I think his refusal to run and his sitting at direct attn. watching
only their eyes freaked them out.