Hello to everyone. As some of you might have already read in the introductory section, this Monday I have adopted a tabby kitten. It's my first cat and it's proving a bit more than I can handle, which is why I'm opening this thread, asking for advice.
Some background: she was found in open field next to her dead brother, rescued by a lady who could not keep her, given to a bunch of students who put her up for adoption - and that is how I found her. What I *ideally* looked for: an adult, quiet male cat, who could be on his own while I was missing during the day. They thought this one was a male, but after I took her (very briefly) to a vet, she was labeled as female. I am still not sure about her age, but they also assumed she is 3-4 months old. I can post pics if needed.
The bigger issue here, besides her age and sex, is that once the customary 1-2 day of quiet exploring ended, my quiet furball turned into a real rocket. She will climb and jump on everything, and I mean *everything* she can reach - and if she can't reach, she will try anyway and growl frustrated with her failure! And yeah, that includes my legs and my shoulders, hence the scratches. Other times she will vocalize just running everywhere in the house, having occasional bursts of seek and hide. Also, if there's anything hanging in the house, anything, from the ends of my skirt to a electrical chord, to a kitchen towel, she will try to grab it, pull it down and restle with it. And lastly, if I get anywhere near her while she's doing her crazies, she will bite and scratch me.
At this point I know people will mainly say two things: get her toys and use the Owww! & Down! technique. She has plenty of toys, and I've tried to both leave them all over my room and hide them from her and give them only at regular times in the hopes that when she's not playing, she will quiet down. She doesn't. If she doesn't have her toys, she will make toys out of everything she finds. If she has her toys, she will go crazy on them *and* everything else in the room. It's like I can't win with her. The Owww & Down! technique has been efficient in the first two days, now it's like she just doesn't care anymore. In a moment of weakness today, I've sprinkled Chanel No. 5 at her to just get her off me. It was clearly uncomfortable and it made her stop, but I felt like the biggest jerk on the face of the Earth, and probably was!
And at last, the good points. Jokasta (that's her name, not mine, btw), when she's not doing her crazies, she is the most loving, gentle, purring, kissing, licking, adorable thing in the world. She seems to have developed some bond with me, and me with her, clearly. And even though she's a complete wreckage during the day, when the lights go down, she won't even meow until it's morning and I'm well out of bed, so all my fears that I won't get a good night sleep seem unfounded.
I don't want to give her up, she's my girl and I've made a commitment to her, but if our lifestyles might prove completely incompatible, then I will do that rather than make us both miserable. I'm in my twenties, pretty active lifestyle, and living in a large house with two other people. I cannot handle wreckage on a daily basis, for years to come.
My questions are: Will the crazies disappear with age? And what age would that be exactly? Again, would the crazies disappear once I spay her? I plan to do it anyway, but... well, I guess I want to know if there's any kind of light at the end of the tunnel, and how far away.
Thank you for any input you might have.
Some background: she was found in open field next to her dead brother, rescued by a lady who could not keep her, given to a bunch of students who put her up for adoption - and that is how I found her. What I *ideally* looked for: an adult, quiet male cat, who could be on his own while I was missing during the day. They thought this one was a male, but after I took her (very briefly) to a vet, she was labeled as female. I am still not sure about her age, but they also assumed she is 3-4 months old. I can post pics if needed.
The bigger issue here, besides her age and sex, is that once the customary 1-2 day of quiet exploring ended, my quiet furball turned into a real rocket. She will climb and jump on everything, and I mean *everything* she can reach - and if she can't reach, she will try anyway and growl frustrated with her failure! And yeah, that includes my legs and my shoulders, hence the scratches. Other times she will vocalize just running everywhere in the house, having occasional bursts of seek and hide. Also, if there's anything hanging in the house, anything, from the ends of my skirt to a electrical chord, to a kitchen towel, she will try to grab it, pull it down and restle with it. And lastly, if I get anywhere near her while she's doing her crazies, she will bite and scratch me.
At this point I know people will mainly say two things: get her toys and use the Owww! & Down! technique. She has plenty of toys, and I've tried to both leave them all over my room and hide them from her and give them only at regular times in the hopes that when she's not playing, she will quiet down. She doesn't. If she doesn't have her toys, she will make toys out of everything she finds. If she has her toys, she will go crazy on them *and* everything else in the room. It's like I can't win with her. The Owww & Down! technique has been efficient in the first two days, now it's like she just doesn't care anymore. In a moment of weakness today, I've sprinkled Chanel No. 5 at her to just get her off me. It was clearly uncomfortable and it made her stop, but I felt like the biggest jerk on the face of the Earth, and probably was!
And at last, the good points. Jokasta (that's her name, not mine, btw), when she's not doing her crazies, she is the most loving, gentle, purring, kissing, licking, adorable thing in the world. She seems to have developed some bond with me, and me with her, clearly. And even though she's a complete wreckage during the day, when the lights go down, she won't even meow until it's morning and I'm well out of bed, so all my fears that I won't get a good night sleep seem unfounded.
I don't want to give her up, she's my girl and I've made a commitment to her, but if our lifestyles might prove completely incompatible, then I will do that rather than make us both miserable. I'm in my twenties, pretty active lifestyle, and living in a large house with two other people. I cannot handle wreckage on a daily basis, for years to come.
My questions are: Will the crazies disappear with age? And what age would that be exactly? Again, would the crazies disappear once I spay her? I plan to do it anyway, but... well, I guess I want to know if there's any kind of light at the end of the tunnel, and how far away.
Thank you for any input you might have.
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