They take them out but leave his sack.
Banjo's just hardheaded...you can beat the crap out of him but he's still going to do what he wants to do, still going to steal food if you carelessly leave it out, still going to try to dig in the garbage, still shit in the bidet if his litterbox isn't up to his standards.
I named him Banjo because I thought it was a good name for a male kitty...only later did I realize it fit his personality.
I mean, look how pristine those paws are. You can tell he's a lazy bum. He's also an outside cat, so it's not like he stays inside all the time. He just goes outside, takes ten steps to the wall and falls asleep there, then comes back inside. I've seen him eat too fast and puke up his food inside my other cat Cleopatra's food bowl, making her disgusted enough to not want to eat, then Banjo eats not only his puke but the rest of her food as well.
This is when Marduk was a puppy; Banjo wouldn't let him out of his sight. He was so curious of him and never gave him any problems. Now they're literally brothers and do everything together; eat together, sleep together, play together, get in trouble together, etc.