We used to have a cat named Murphy who was quite the hunter. My husband found him in a shed at work when he was just a tiny little thing. He obviously had been scavenging/hunting to stay alive and that drive never left him. I often found the outside food bowl with a dead mouse in it as Murphy was feeding me back. He was a bit of a wanderer, but I didn't worry about him because I knew he had a strong instinct to hunt and survive.
My current cat has grown up with two parrots in the house. He couldn't give a shit about birds. He has learned to bitch at me till I fill his dry food bowl or serve up his wet food breakfast.
Cats' personalities are not one-size-fits-all. Much like my three dogs of the same breed are very different in how they act and what they like and dislike.
My current cat has grown up with two parrots in the house. He couldn't give a shit about birds. He has learned to bitch at me till I fill his dry food bowl or serve up his wet food breakfast.
Cats' personalities are not one-size-fits-all. Much like my three dogs of the same breed are very different in how they act and what they like and dislike.
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