Before I moved out on my own we had a cat that would nurse. We got him when he was 3 months old. He had one blanket that my mom made and he used to nurse on for naps for sleeping at night. When the other cats would bother him he would go nurse. My dad of couse made fun of him every chance he would get. If the other cats would try to get on the bed and lay down with him he would growl hiss spit and carry on. Sadly we had to put him down after he got into a few cat fights in the neighborhood and attacked my mom and me. We didn't trust him around kids or women. He hated women with a passion. When we got him he was a very nice cat he loved everyone when my mom had cancer he turned on all women. We didn't want to take him to the shelter knowing they would put him down because of his hatered towards women. So we took him to the vet (well my dad or my brother I can't remember which did it.) That was the only safe way to get him out of the house. My mom had to get stitches 3 or 4 times because of him. He got me good a few times but I would push him off of me or I would scream and I would run. My mom would scream or push him off of her and he just would keep going back to her meaner than ever.

I have no clue why I am going into this. Sorry this is so long.

Katie