I know there have been a number of threads dealing with chicks and cats here. However, I've been trying to introduce my two cats to the chickens and I've been taking note of reactions on both animals' part, but today was unusual. This is primarily a story, but if anyone has opinions to offer up on the matter, that'd be great.
When the chicks were maybe a couple weeks old I took one out to each cat individually, keeping it in my hands the whole time. Both cats reacted the same; they sat up with squinted eyes, sniffed the chick a bit, and lied back down waiting for me to pet them. The presence of the chickens and the hen house has not impacted their lives at all, is seems.
Now the chicks are about a month old, almost big enough to hold their own but still delicate. Today I took each cat individually to the run while the chicks were out, first letting them see from the outside, then taking them inside and closing the door, but with my hand on them at all times. Both cats acted somewhat disinterested outside and nervous inside, so I figured they were both "chicken" around the chickens, so to speak.
But afterward, while I was still in the run and my cats outside, my younger but bigger cat Carmen came skulking back over in predator mode. I've seen this look on her face a few times before. Indoors she's the biggest ball of cuddles you've ever seen, but outside in the fields and woods she's a hunter, primarily of rodents. It's her mom, my other cat Caramel, who's more into birds, but I'm not too worried about her. Carmen, on the other hand, I've seen circle a grown fox in the middle of the road. I had to step in on that showdown.
So when I saw her walking toward where the chicks were at the end farthest from me (underneath the hen house, still fenced in) with her head down, I was prepared to intervene, but I watched for a minute. She sat next to the wire staring at them, and meowing. Meowing at them. The chicks weren't afraid so they gathered around to watch her as well. This went on for awhile, and I didn't ever see her raise a paw or bare a tooth. But it still made me nervous. When she noticed me she froze for a second, then came a little closer to me and plopped down in the grass, waiting for me to rub her belly.
I don't know what to do with that cat.
When the chicks were maybe a couple weeks old I took one out to each cat individually, keeping it in my hands the whole time. Both cats reacted the same; they sat up with squinted eyes, sniffed the chick a bit, and lied back down waiting for me to pet them. The presence of the chickens and the hen house has not impacted their lives at all, is seems.
Now the chicks are about a month old, almost big enough to hold their own but still delicate. Today I took each cat individually to the run while the chicks were out, first letting them see from the outside, then taking them inside and closing the door, but with my hand on them at all times. Both cats acted somewhat disinterested outside and nervous inside, so I figured they were both "chicken" around the chickens, so to speak.
But afterward, while I was still in the run and my cats outside, my younger but bigger cat Carmen came skulking back over in predator mode. I've seen this look on her face a few times before. Indoors she's the biggest ball of cuddles you've ever seen, but outside in the fields and woods she's a hunter, primarily of rodents. It's her mom, my other cat Caramel, who's more into birds, but I'm not too worried about her. Carmen, on the other hand, I've seen circle a grown fox in the middle of the road. I had to step in on that showdown.
So when I saw her walking toward where the chicks were at the end farthest from me (underneath the hen house, still fenced in) with her head down, I was prepared to intervene, but I watched for a minute. She sat next to the wire staring at them, and meowing. Meowing at them. The chicks weren't afraid so they gathered around to watch her as well. This went on for awhile, and I didn't ever see her raise a paw or bare a tooth. But it still made me nervous. When she noticed me she froze for a second, then came a little closer to me and plopped down in the grass, waiting for me to rub her belly.
I don't know what to do with that cat.
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