Me again. With no helpful dog info.
When the boys were young I used to grab them by their scruffs and shake them.
Or cuff them (LIGHTLY!) on the ear. And/ or hiss.
That's cat-mum behaviour. And it worked. I would never hurt a cat. Even if tempted to give a right walloping.
But cats are not pack animals and as Diz has grown with me, the mum-role doesn't work as well.
In cat terms he's now a senior, and has no other young males to moderate his behaviour.
Cats aren't designed to live with many other cats, unlike dogs. Both animals have backing down procedures, but male feral cats are more likely to find a new area; equally domestic cats fight over their territories because they are anchored to a certain place.
So Diz and I still have tussles about who is the owner and who is the slave.
Of course, I'm really the slave. But I can't let him know that.
Occasional water in face at night when I have to go to school the next day.
Because one of us has to work in order to buy beebles.
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