A few years ago, a friend gave me her cat because she couldn't take care of her. The cat turned out to be a little stupid and cowardly, but very sweet, gradually we found a common language and became friends.
But recently my girlfriend brought her cat to us. This is a real hunter, a young and harsh killing machine. Due to the difference in age and mentality, they have not yet managed to make friends. So sometimes the White Hunter will try to ambush the House Princess on the way to get food and the toilet. And sometimes we have to separate them so that there is no fight.