Siegfrieda (my younger cat) scared me to hell yesterday. She barely meows, and when she does it, it’s rather quiet; then she decides to scream 4AM. Why? Because Luna (the neighbour’s cat) invaded her turf aka my home, again. I’m glad that Frieda screams to warn us though, instead of getting into a fight, but still - damn, my heart!

Then there’s Kika finding the most adorable way ever to ask for chicken breast. Picture a tabby, looking at you and meowing “mrrrown-yown?” with a pitch that resembles a question. Then she does no further sound or movement, only staring you with shining eyes. …I was boiling chicken for empadão (kind of a chicken pie), so it was still unseasoned, and she never asks for other types of food (not even chicken thighs!), so I had to share some with her.

I’ve got a black cat named Una. She’s been laying about, as per usual. I went in and laid down on my bed for a bit to relax. She’s got a few different relaxing spots in my room but the one she was in when I entered was up on a bookshelf. On the top there’s a pad that reflects heat back that she likes. I went in and pet her a few times, got some mrrps and purrs, and then laid down on the bed. She looked at me for a few seconds and then got up, hopped down, got up to the little hammock that hangs off the headboard a foot away from me, and curled up back to sleep while purring full force.

I see a lot of this type of behavior and still I question whether she loves me… Not sure why. Depression is a bitch, huh?

Girlfriend moving in with me, her cat is an 8yo boy with a great personality (orange single brain cell) who easily gets overwhelmed by emotions ; he’s lived in an apartment with no way to get outside (just the stairs, 2nd floor) for the past four years, I have a garden, so he’s going to be in paradise now.

My cat is a 15+ senior lady who’s the chillest cat possible (she gets yelled at by birds 10 meters away from her, but keeps sleeping), but also quite social and extremely curious and interested in everything happening, she has the bad habit of requesting food when we cook, and also meowing loudly at night to let us know she’s here.

We’re going to try and get them along, its going to be challenging because they’ve always been used to be living alone (advice welcome !!).

We exchanged scents over the previous three weeks, she does not care at all. Meanwhile he’s surprised and automatically grows puffy (fur and tail) but does not feel threatened otherwise. We plugged in two Feliway diffusers in preparation.

He came in last Thursday and has stayed in the office room as his safe space, we visit him every now and then, and one of us sleeps with him at night. He’s scared by all the moving sounds happening, but wants to explore at night, he’s starting to want to go outside the office, and is curious about what’s on the other side of the door.

My cat immediately picked up there was something happening, and managed to get a glimpse of him as one of us was opening the door to check on him. She rushed to him to say hi, obviously he didn’t know how to react so he hissed defensively, she meowed back as if surprised why she provoked such reaction, then we separated them gently.

We’re planning to lock my cat out of the house during the day (she loves spending the day in the sun anyway), so that my gf’s cat can safely explore the house and get a feel of the layout.

This week we’ll start to feed them treats in each side of the door so they can associate pleasure with each other’s company and slowly remove barriers and see how they interact.

I think it will probably take at least 3 months for them to get along and especially him adjusting to his new home, hoping it all goes well!

I left town the entire day yesterday and my parent was watching the cats for me. Apparently both kitties were staring at the apartment door from 6 pm onwards until late at night for me to come back…

I had to leave again earlier today and Tommy (one of the cats) seems to not really want me to leave. Poor Tommy is really bonded with me but is scared of just about any other human so…

He seems fine that we stole his poop room and painted it for an expecting baby.

Still needs us to walk him to his automatic feeder each meal.

I usually spot this post in the early morning hours when I have two or three dogs sleeping on and around me. Possibly even sharing my pillow. Then I have a chuckle about how they’re doing. “Just fine,” I think. This time I’ve spotted it early and have plenty of room with only one doggo snoozing on the bed. The other two are on the floor on a plush dog-bed, but that will change soon enough.

The cats are okay too.

Have mercy!

Our little trio of feathered friends is doing obnoxiously well.

Baby bird, my little bundle of love, is as sweet and sassy as ever. Unless you’re a biscuit. Then you will face the ravening maw and ferocious fury of her beak ripping your innards out and throwing them against the surroundings. Baby girl doesn’t play with her food, she demolishes it.

Volunteer hen has taken to sleeping under the window of my bedroom. So, when she wakes up, there is a flurry of clucking, buking, boking, scratching, and general insanity until she either decides to bugger off to the back yard, or I get up and go to the porch to say good morning. She is not exactly a loving companion in the back yard, but in the front she is distinctly misanthropic. She stomps off at speed, scolding me the entire way around the house.

However, when I go to the back yard and come out the door, she will switch mental gears and sweetly brrrk-brk-brk for treats, as long as I don’t get too close. Apparently, she thinks I am two different people: back yard monkey, and front yard monkey.

The giant numpty of a rooster has had a strange development.

See, he has a complicated relationship with my kid. Depending on where they encounter each other, he treats them as anything from a mortal enemy to a beloved friend.

However, this rooster has only become cuddly the last six months or so, and absolutely was not cuddly with the kid. Or my wife. Or my dad.

But the last two weeks, he has been shifting things. He went from being okay with my kid carrying him to where he wanted to go, but otherwise not wanting contact, to damn near being a baby doll.

When he comes inside, we don’t really let him wander because he can drop bombs that count as acts of war. Giant, reeking bombs. But, I was the only one he would deign to allow to really pet him, or sit still for on a lap.

But my kid got dizzy a while back, and sat down while holding him. For the first time ever, he didn’t try to get away. He just sat there, without being held in place.

So my kid, having wanted to do so for ages, pets him. Instead of his usual response to being petted by anyone but me, he fluffed his feathers a little and just stood there for a while.

Since then, he has gotten increasingly chill on their lap. To the point that he almost falls asleep. Yesterday, me and the kid were in the living room with him, on their lap. He was nestled in, wings spread across their legs, feathers completely loose, and getting tag team petted in his favorite spots. He kept sagging his head, and his eyes would start to close. He’d catch himself, and come back up a little with a gentle bk-bk and then repeat the process.

He was like that for a half hour.

Now, that may not seem like a big deal, even if a reader has seen me talk about him before. But this bird, even when we first got him and thought he was a hen, has never been that fond of people. He would stay at arms length, and would stay as far away as possible even when taking high value treats. There was a span of time where he wouldn’t take treats from our hands at all. You’d have to toss them away from yourself and he’d eyeball you while going for it.

Just a year ago, he was perfectly willing to attack any of us that moved too fast. Tbh, he still will go after the kid outside randomly, but no longer attacks and needs restraining for basic care. Now, he just pecks their boots and grabs their pants legs. Luckily, he has always been a giant numpty, and didn’t know how to attack a human in a dangerous way, he’d just grab a shoe or pants leg and flap wings really hard. He’d kick at the ground if he kicked at all.

Well, unless you bend over to pick something up. Then he’ll launch into the air and peck the daylights out of your ass. He even does that to me, and he knows damn good and well I’ll pick him up and tuck him under my arm and call him a giant numpty.

He surprised me once early on trying to go after my leg, and I got startled, swung around, and he got caught on the noggin by my cane, so I’m the exception to his normal levels of roostering. Unless I’m bent over, when he can’t seem to help himself.

But here he is after not even a full two years, and he’s falling asleep in laps, enjoying pets and scritches.

Ngl, I’m tearing up a little thinking about it. Oh, he’s still a jerk at times, and he’s about as smart as a lump of old oatmeal, but watching him settle in with us and start to trust even the kid (who moves faster, so is harder to predict) enough to just soak up some lovin has been amazing.

I’ve worked with nervous dogs in the past, and a couple of cats. But for whatever reason, seeing this guy change has been a very fulfilling thing. I don’t know where he’ll end up in terms of his relationship with us, but this whole chicken journey started with him just needing a place to live, and no intent of him being a part of the family. We thought we were basically just going to have a bird in the yard so that it didn’t end up hurt or killed. Now we’ve got a friend.

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Edit: he decided to be a jerk to my kid this morning, so they picked him up and carried him around while getting the birds set up for the day. He was then brought inside for a visit. He was not happy about it, but sometimes he needs to be a handbag to keep him aware that we could eat him.

Anyway, I hear him grumbling, brrrrrrrrr buk-awk!, brrrrrrrrr. So I get up and head to the kitchen. I call his name in the special pitch I use for him, “Sesame! Helllooo!”, and he switches his tune to bukbukbukbuk until I turn the corner, whereupon he screams, BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWW! And starts kicking his legs and trying to run in mid air.

I move over to him and pet his little neck and he switches over to little trills and the occasional bk-a-bk-a-bk until we sit down. He immediately sprawls out on my kid’s lap and starts buking until he gets pets. When any given person stops, he brkawks and starts looking around until the next person starts petting. Then he’s back to gentle buking every few seconds until we switch again.

I fucking love these birds

She fucking clawed me good very suddenly without warning cause me to scream. She’s now running around trying to convince me to stop ignoring her.

Glad we had bandaids and neosporin.

I have none, but noticed a very tiny bug climbing my arm as i read your post. He seems to be doing fine!