In the early 1980s we had a cat. His name was Dushka. He was an absolutely brilliant, stunning cat. Mixed breed shorthaired. Very big and sleek with a long nose, and an amazing temperament. Gentle, loving, intelligent, tough, loyal.....Not one photograph of him sadly.... He was killed in a road traffic accident in 1984, aged only 5 and in the peak of strength and health.
I do not recall him ever scratching at furniture. At the time we lived (or mostly I lived -as my husband was a tour guide abroad) -in the Welsh mountains. Dushka spent a natural life outside, but obviously came inside whenever he wanted to, to sleep, eat and cuddle etc.
As for 18 months we rented someone else's house, it would have been hard if he had destroyed furniture, but he didn't. I never recall any problems. He had access to SO MANY trees in the Oak copse near our house. I think he was done scratching, when he came in!
I do not recall him ever scratching at furniture. At the time we lived (or mostly I lived -as my husband was a tour guide abroad) -in the Welsh mountains. Dushka spent a natural life outside, but obviously came inside whenever he wanted to, to sleep, eat and cuddle etc.
As for 18 months we rented someone else's house, it would have been hard if he had destroyed furniture, but he didn't. I never recall any problems. He had access to SO MANY trees in the Oak copse near our house. I think he was done scratching, when he came in!
