We have definitely had our fair share of drama with our cats this year. It started with Max, who prefers to go to the bathroom outside of his box. And then that turned into random corners of the house and eventually our couch. He’s got a problem, you see? So, we took him to the vet hoping (but not really hoping) that there was some medical explanation for this, buuuuut no. $250 later, apparently he’s just an asshole who like to pee wherever he pleases.
However, I just couldn’t have him peeing everywhere and risking Finn happening upon it. So, my mother-in-law tried to take him over the summer because from what we could remember he didn’t pee in random places at her house. But he still peed there, including right on her bed. On top of it, he was really getting bullied by her 5 cats, so we took him back. Where he continued to pee! We were at the last straw, with selling the house we could not have it smelling like a cat box. So, we followed the vet’s only real suggestion which was to put him on kitty Prozac because apparently that can work for cats with this much anxiety. And once we got our carpets cleaned and the stairs re-carpeted (from the cats ruining them all), all 3 of our animals went back to Dan’s mom’s house to live indefinitely.
Max, being on the Prozac, has so far adjusted pretty okay. He’s used the house as a litter box only a couple of times, but he’s definitely far improved from what he was doing before. And Penny of course loves it over there with her buddy, Wyatt, the German Shepherd. Angie, on the other hand, our perfect little kitty who we did not think would have any problems – did. That was a huge surprise to us. My MIL started calling us saying that she wasn’t sure that Angie was eating and that she never comes out of the drawer. We brushed it off because surely no animal would let their self starve, right?!?
Wrong. I went over there one afternoon after MIL had watched Finn for us and decided to go back and see Angie. And there she was in her favorite drawer and she was EMACIATED. She was so skinny I could see her spine, her hip bones protruding, and the definition between her 2 little leg bones. It was heartbreaking. So, we of course decided to immediately take her back home and nurse her back to health. What we think is that she was getting bullied pretty badly by the other cats and was just so scared to come out of the drawer. She’s a really tiny cat to begin with (which is probably why she was easy to bully), but seeing her skin and bones was just the worst. She was also severely dehydrated because her paws were so dry they were cracking and her fur was just coming out with pieces of dry skin on the end. Poor thing!
We felt horrible. So, she went back home with us and here she’s been now for about 2 weeks. She’s eating, drinking, and most definitely not hiding in a drawer. In fact, some of the time we have trouble getting her to leave us alone. We had to put the Soft Paws nail caps on her so she didn’t ruin our brand new stairs, but other than that all is well. Of course, it’s not ideal to have a cat in the house when trying to sell and show it to people, but there’s no way any of us were going to let a perfectly healthy cat starve herself to death! I just wish I had listened sooner and rescued her before she got that bad. :(
This is post #11 of NaBloPoMo.
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