Before these two, I had Roy and a sweet, sweet doof of a fat cat named Toby, and that worked well because Toby didn't give a flying anything if Roy was dominant. Toby was more of the passive aggressive sort, who would pee on all of my belongings before actually standing up to any other cat. However, when he was younger (he was about 10 when he died) he got along well with my kitten Spike... however when I went away to college my dad "returned" Spike to the Humane Society and didn't bother to tell me. Spike apparently didn't have a good temperament for anyone but me, and no beasts in the dorms, alas.
Roy's a young thing, but he's starting to show his age. Rupert's about a year younger, and you can tell. He's still very much a teenager, whereas Roy is becoming a bit of a grumpy man.
Um, I will talk about my cats endlessly if you keep asking questions, apparently.
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Before these two, I had Roy and a sweet, sweet doof of a fat cat named Toby, and that worked well because Toby didn't give a flying anything if Roy was dominant. Toby was more of the passive aggressive sort, who would pee on all of my belongings before actually standing up to any other cat. However, when he was younger (he was about 10 when he died) he got along well with my kitten Spike... however when I went away to college my dad "returned" Spike to the Humane Society and didn't bother to tell me. Spike apparently didn't have a good temperament for anyone but me, and no beasts in the dorms, alas.
Roy's a young thing, but he's starting to show his age. Rupert's about a year younger, and you can tell. He's still very much a teenager, whereas Roy is becoming a bit of a grumpy man.
Um, I will talk about my cats endlessly if you keep asking questions, apparently.