My male Casey is a real scaredy cat. I want everybody to know that THIS is what happens when you have a cat declawed. It was done over 7 years ago when I didn't know any better and I regret it everyday of my life. I feel really awful right now and don't need any flaming from anyone. He is very stressed out and unhappy right now because my 6 other cats (except Mollie Rose, 7) are beating up on him. He is SO stressed that he has developed kitty acne scratching it till is bleeds.
I tried drug therapy a while back when I had another male who was terrorizing him. It didn't work. He became a totally different cat, all stoned out, keeping to himself in my closet only coming out for food and litterbox. I finally had to find a home for my other male Tucker. I thought that would take care of the problem. It did for a while but now the same thing is happening.
I've been
crying buckets all day agonizing over what to do to the point of panic attacks. I love him so much and just want him to be happy and stress free. I thought about keeping in my back bedroom away from the others, but what kind of a life is that for him?
My best friend from grade school has offered to take him. She did this once before when I had my father's cat (my dad died and needed to be an only cat). I believe that this is what Casey needs. He will be adored by Suzie and her two daughters. He will be the only cat living in a huge condo with lots of windows and peace and quiet. He will be spending summers at her beach house in Niantic.
This is good, right? Then why do I feel so absolutely, positively AWFUL??? I can visit anytime I want(she lives 10 minutes away) and told her I will cat sit when she wants to go away and will pay for everything. Deep down inside I feel like I am abandoning him.
I tried drug therapy a while back when I had another male who was terrorizing him. It didn't work. He became a totally different cat, all stoned out, keeping to himself in my closet only coming out for food and litterbox. I finally had to find a home for my other male Tucker. I thought that would take care of the problem. It did for a while but now the same thing is happening.
I've been
crying buckets all day agonizing over what to do to the point of panic attacks. I love him so much and just want him to be happy and stress free. I thought about keeping in my back bedroom away from the others, but what kind of a life is that for him?
My best friend from grade school has offered to take him. She did this once before when I had my father's cat (my dad died and needed to be an only cat). I believe that this is what Casey needs. He will be adored by Suzie and her two daughters. He will be the only cat living in a huge condo with lots of windows and peace and quiet. He will be spending summers at her beach house in Niantic.
This is good, right? Then why do I feel so absolutely, positively AWFUL??? I can visit anytime I want(she lives 10 minutes away) and told her I will cat sit when she wants to go away and will pay for everything. Deep down inside I feel like I am abandoning him.