Hello! I already wrote about mine Staffordshire Terriers, about how they can be deworm medicinal herbs, about changes in a dog's personality during pregnancy. And today I'll tell you how my dogs interact with cats. My sister has a dachshund kennel (in the Krasnodar region), and she says that her dachshunds (and about one champion I wrote about this too) they absolutely hate any cats—both those that wander into their yard and even their own pets. For this reason, cats are forbidden from entering the house; they live in the summer kitchen.
My sister used to say that if dogs spot a cat in the yard and manage to catch it, the cat ends up completely torn to pieces. Not to mention Staffordshire Terriers. But no such luck!
We moved to the countryside, and there were mice in the house. We couldn't kill them—firstly, there were dogs in the house, and secondly, the dying mice would stink. So the only solution was to get a kitten. But! Everyone warned me—don't you dare do that, you have fighting dogs, and that would increase aggression, etc. After consulting with my husband, we finally decided to take the risk and... haven't regretted it.
The timing was perfect—our Chara was pregnant, and she's the more aggressive type. Richard had always been comfortable with cats, but we were worried about Chara. We figured that if she was pregnant, her maternal instincts would kick in, which is exactly what happened.
We asked the locals if anyone had a kitten. Some girls brought us a lop-eared one (just imagine, those bastards, they stuffed several kittens in a bag and hung them on a tree!!!), and some girls (about 10 years old) heard their meowing and rescued them (excellent training!!!). That's where our little Yashka came to live.
Look how handsome he is:
As soon as they brought him in, Richard sniffed him and turned away. But Chara started acting restless. So, for the first few days, he sat in the basket, let out every couple of hours for about 15 minutes. Each day, they increased the time, and by about the sixth day, Chara was sniffing him calmly and no longer even trying to grab him.
After two weeks, we'd forgotten all about the basket. While previously only the dogs would jump onto our bed at night, now we have another "resident" – Yashka. He plays with the dogs, nipping them and slapping their big faces with his paws so sweetly. Both Chara and Richard are calm about it, apparently understanding that he's still just a baby, a child.
But there's one unexpectedly interesting detail: as soon as Chara started grooming the kitten, she stopped letting Rich near him. At one point, when Rich approached Yashka and started playing with him, gently nudging him with his muzzle, Chara attacked him. They got into a fight, and Richard ended up with a scar:
Rich didn't even try to approach the cat again. True, this defense only lasted a week, after which Charunya began to let him approach again. Now they're all friends. That's the story. And they say Staffordshire Terriers are killer dogs. It turns out it's the other way around. But for those who don't know, their aggression is directed exclusively at their own kind—that is, only dogs. They treat people and other animals with love!