I’m curious what “lost a fight” looks like to a vet when there were no visible wounds.
Not a vet, but I imagine it looks like a perfectly healthy cat moping around like it’s about to die. I had a cat years ago that would get depressed anytime he would snap at my dog and then subsequently get snapped back at.
This makes me wonder if “got to into a fight” could mean he wanted a friend but nope got attacked, which makes all things sad.
Maybe it was a online fight
Yeah, those get me.
Do cats fight in groups? Like if there is a cat intruder in your house and you have 2 cats.
Are they going to fight side by side or only one of them is going to face the intruder cat?
When my neighbors cat enters the backyard my two cats suddenly turn into a crime fighting duo, even the dog gets in on the action, it’s all paws on deck against the intruder.
The rest of the time they’re all vying for control of their piece of the house.
Guess they hate the neighbor cat more than they hate each other,
A true family
Or the Holy Roman Empire
Or ancient Greece
I feel like they liked each other a bit more than that. A bit more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sounds more like the 5 families than crime fighters.
They do infact team up hell my cat army of 4 even protects their weaker friends I really don’t know why my nabors cat continues to come into my lawn when he gets ganged up on by 3 of my 4 cats
If my mom’s dog starts shit with the younger cat, the older one will lose his shit and attack the dog.
when we had a lot of cats and the occasional intruder cat, “duels” between one of ours and one intruder were most common. meet on neutral territory, hurl insults, maybe there’s an attack but maybe not. and only after sufficient insults.
this was a specifically male behavior, too. we got a young female cat, and the 2 older males were horrified when she came and jumped their opponent. she was very no holds barred, get off my lawn, don’t mess with my guys. a different time, a different young female cat was equally willing to jump in swinging claws and skip the insults.
typically the other male cats would be hanging around, observing and jumping in only if things moved from neutral ground to their territory.
We had two cats who wouldn’t be in the same room as each other without hissing, but they teamed up to trap a neighbour’s cat under my car one night.
This hits way too close to home. Bruce Willis (just your typical black haired cat) is an indoor/outdoor. Before anyone bites my head off, my wife found him on the streets of Asbury Park. He was probably three when she brought him home. He is beyond where we can be like no dude, you must remain indoors. There would be a breaking point that would end in someone dying, him or me, and probably me. He just needs to wander outside.
Anyway, at one point Bruce just stops eating, drinking, the whole nine, to the point it’s concerning. I know that when it’s my cat’s time, I’ll commit. I’m pro euthanasia in humans, and if my cat is suffering, I will end his suffering. But I will also exhaust some possibilities beforehand. Which I did. To the tune of like $4,000 worth of diagnostic testing and everything. Vets were stumped but tossed him on an antibiotic, which obviously he reacted well too, and so Bruce Willis lives. I’m confident this was a case of his feelings being hurt, because they found nothing wrong with him and the antibiotic was kind of a, well, can’t hurt. He’s soft, but he thinks he’s hard.
