
Originally Posted by
Galois
When my wife moved in, she brought a cat with her. I love the cat, don't get me wrong, but he can be a huge dick sometimes. We tried adopting a kitten from a rescue center a few years ago. We separated them, tried to feed them on opposite sides of a door, etc; we followed all the steps the shelter staff gave us.
Our cat basically didn't eat at all. He went on a hunger strike. I was measuring his food three times a day and it never changed. We thought he was sick, so we took him to the vet. When the vet brought some food out (the same kind we buy him), he chowed down like Thanksgiving day and made us look like liars.
So, we take him back home and he stops eating again. This goes on for a few more days, so we decided to take the kitten back. We found out the kitten was adopted the next day, but we still felt bad. After I got back from taking the kitten back, I walk in to find our cat eating like it was his job. I still love him and all, but we are a one cat household as long as he's around to run it.