We have three cats at home; two of them are mine.
Halifax (aka “My Old Man”) is, as his nickname suggests, very old. We got him in 2000 when he was about six or seven years old, so he’s getting really close to the end of his life. He still eats and he’s still happy, but he’s a crotchety thing and you can’t help but feel sorry for him.
Albert (aka “Devil Cat” or “Evil Kitten”) is, as his nicknames suggest, pretty much pure evil. He’s bonded with me and we get along. But he loves to torture my poor Halifax, who is too old to defend himself. When I say torture, I mean that he pins him down and bites him. With Hali’s old, painful joints, it’s a much worse experience for him than when Albert tries to do the same to our other cat, who’s only 8 years old and capable of taking care of himself.
To say my parents don’t like Albert would be an understatement. Not only does he hurt Halifax, but he’ll bite the kids if they bother him too much. I’m the only reason he’s not at the Humane Society, as I agreed to keep either him or Hali in my room when I’m not home to babysit (he knows better than to bother Halifax and rarely does if I’m in the room).
I know I should be mad at Albert too, since Halifax has been with me longer and is frankly much nicer, but I just can’t. I mean, it’s not Albert’s fault that he was abandoned as a kitten and therefore had to be brought up bottle fed. That, in addition to him not having a mom to smack him around when he misbehaved, led to him becoming a spoiled brat. It’s also not his fault that’s he a kitten, and therefore energetic. His behavior with Halifax started with him trying to play and then becoming frustrated when Hali couldn’t.
With his inability to get along with other cats and his dislike for kids, I don’t think Albert would be able to find a good, stable home with anyone else, and I can’t stand the thought of him being put down for behavior that, while often completely annoying, is not really his fault. Anyway, he’ll calm down when he’s neutered and out of his kitten phase, so I would never be able to justify sending him away just because I don’t want to wait another year, especially when he’ll be moving out with me when as soon as I get a job and then an apartment.
But I still can’t help but feel sorry for my poor old Hali…..