The neighbors Ginger cat often takes him on, but he doesn't seem to fazed. Even when the Ginger cat attacks him full on he just moves to another place.
This sounds like my youngest retard, Mickey. He's a rescue that I got on, I believe, the day he was born. His umbilical cord fell off on day 7, it's supposed to fall off on day 2-5.
He has no concept of fear whatsoever, and I'm pretty certain his pain receptors don't work. At the ripe old age of 6 weeks he was on the roof, an age at which all the other cats still needed to be helped on the bed. I have a female who's a fighter of note, Peanut Butter. She has torn halfway through a bath towel to get her way, but even when she attacks Mickey with a "this is your last minute on earth you stupid shit" to the face he rolls onto his back with his paws in the air trying to play.
He used to take daily beatings from the other cats for his behaviour, and didn't even realize it. The others eventually gave up and just accepted that he's in their spot or whatever. He wass so at ease after a "beating" he would then fall asleep again with his tongue hanging out.
He's 110% impossible to discipline, not even water works (he recently got into an almost-empty swimming pool and amused himself by jumping and splashing, he has showered with me on several occasions, and he sits in the middle of the yard when it rains).
He's actually a complete asshole - and a gravity cat. He wakes my wife in the mornings by pushing EVERYTHING off her bedside table, whether it's her phone, a glass (yes, glass, not a plastic cup), a roll of toilet paper or anything else he can find. He will then proceed to play with the noisiest thing he pushed off until someone gets up.
He'll ignore you while throwing things to the ground until you shout MICKEY!!, after which he flattens himself and continues pushing things to the ground, much slower this time, and not for a second breaking eye contact.
His favourite thing to do is race around under the bed in the middle of the night. On his back. Using his claws in the bottom of the base of the bed. Do you have any idea how noisy that is at 3am? You call his name, an upside down head pops out from under the bed, and then disappears again the same way for more noisy playtime.
Christmas decorations had an instant death sentence when he arrived. He'd absolutely destroy them. Think you can put them in a bag on the top shelf? Hahaha. You idiot. He's up there tearing the bag apart to get to "his toys."
The food in his bowl isn't his favourite flavour? Screw you, human. He flips it over and makes it a challenge to see how much of the house can be covered in food. Water in a bowl? What am I, an animal? He only drinks from a plastic cup, and only if it's in the hand-basin. Anywhere else and he pushes it over.
Get into bed and wait for him to lie between us for the night - that sounds like a peaceful end to the day. Except it isn't. He goes out of his way to use your face as a step. Cover your head under the blankets? He'll get under the blankets so he can step on your face to get to the middle.
I wouldn't trade him for all the money in the world.
