That makes sense, and neither of ours did. Our fat cat is the son of a pampered pedigreed Maine Coon show cat and we got him at four months old; he’s never had to deal with mice until this year (he’s 8). Our skinny cat is also a Maine Coon but he was rescued from a breeder who got overwhelmed and ended up with 30+ cats; he was low cat on the totem pole and had very little socialization. We got him at 11 months and he didn’t even have a name, hadn’t been groomed or fixed, and had lost his tail when a door got slammed on it. They’re both great cats, very sweet and loving in that offbeat Maine Coon way, but they were never trained as mousers; they go by sheer kitty instinct about catching a mouse, but once they do, they tend to slowly beat it to death playing with it instead of killing it quickly.
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Grandin is amazing. She is a high-functioning autistic person who has derived many insights into human and animal behavior from her condition.