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I'll try and give some background to the cat (Jack) first so you can get the whole picture. Jack started sneaking into our house at night to help himself to our resident cat's food. This was close to three years ago now. As time went on he would start coming in during daylight hours, too when we would catch a glimps of him but would never allow us near him. Eventually he claimed an armchair as his own which was situated at the far end of our lounge and out of the way of through traffic. If we so much as looked in his direction he would bolt for the cat flap.
This went on for two years. The only time we made physical contact with him was when he came in one day obviously ill. He was very lethargic and basically crawled into the house. The one side of his face was swollen and it was obvious he was in pain. I scooped him up, put him in the cat box and took him to the vet. He had an absess caused by a bite of some kind so the vet lanced it, drained it cleaned it up. We asked them to give him a full physical and tests for feline HIV, etc. Had him checked for an ID tag and when that was negative had them give him his shots and got him neutred. All this was done over a couple of days and then we took him back home, parked him on "his" armchair and let him recover.
Once recovered he continued his routine of coming in in various states of cleanliness (we think he was living in a fox or rabbit hole in the field behind our house), getting some rest on his chair and stuffing his face with food. This whole period was over about 2.5 years and during this whole time we'd never heard a meow, a purr, hiss or anything. Total silence. Anyway, he suddenly started exploring the rest of the house on his visits and then took to curling up in front of a radiator in the upstairs office. We bought him a cat bed and put it on the floor on that exact spot infront of the radiator and the very first time he saw it, he claimed it. One day I took a chance and approached him to see if I could give him a fuss and although he was nervous he allowed it. That was the first time in 2 and a half years, other than when he was ill, I'd actually been able to touch him.
That was like breaching a wall because from then on he's totally changed. He doesn't stop meowing for attention, purring his head off when fussed and even telling us when it's time for bed. The problem we now have however is that he hardly leaves the house at all. He's gone from being outside on his own for probably 20 hours a day to rarely going outside at all. Not even to potty. We have litter trays all over the house, upstairs and downstairs, but rather than go outside or use the trays, he insists on using the floor, usually under a desk or in a corner somewhere. We don't want to make an issue of it because it's taken us 3 years to get to this point and we don't want to blow it. He knows what litter trays are for because he knows our other cat uses the ones downstairs.
For some reason he just won't go outside other than for ten mins here or there if the sun is out and he wants to catch a few rays. We just have no idea how to either persuade him to go outside to potty or use a litter tray without stressing him out and ruining three years of patience and hard work. Any ideas would be really appreciated.
Whoa! I think I've just re written 'War and Peace'. Sorry about that, guys.
Anyway. Thanks in advance
Steve.
Oh, Here's a couple of pics...
This is when he first started visiting. He has scratches on his nose and is feeling generally sorry for himself.
This is him now. On his own bed.
This went on for two years. The only time we made physical contact with him was when he came in one day obviously ill. He was very lethargic and basically crawled into the house. The one side of his face was swollen and it was obvious he was in pain. I scooped him up, put him in the cat box and took him to the vet. He had an absess caused by a bite of some kind so the vet lanced it, drained it cleaned it up. We asked them to give him a full physical and tests for feline HIV, etc. Had him checked for an ID tag and when that was negative had them give him his shots and got him neutred. All this was done over a couple of days and then we took him back home, parked him on "his" armchair and let him recover.
Once recovered he continued his routine of coming in in various states of cleanliness (we think he was living in a fox or rabbit hole in the field behind our house), getting some rest on his chair and stuffing his face with food. This whole period was over about 2.5 years and during this whole time we'd never heard a meow, a purr, hiss or anything. Total silence. Anyway, he suddenly started exploring the rest of the house on his visits and then took to curling up in front of a radiator in the upstairs office. We bought him a cat bed and put it on the floor on that exact spot infront of the radiator and the very first time he saw it, he claimed it. One day I took a chance and approached him to see if I could give him a fuss and although he was nervous he allowed it. That was the first time in 2 and a half years, other than when he was ill, I'd actually been able to touch him.
That was like breaching a wall because from then on he's totally changed. He doesn't stop meowing for attention, purring his head off when fussed and even telling us when it's time for bed. The problem we now have however is that he hardly leaves the house at all. He's gone from being outside on his own for probably 20 hours a day to rarely going outside at all. Not even to potty. We have litter trays all over the house, upstairs and downstairs, but rather than go outside or use the trays, he insists on using the floor, usually under a desk or in a corner somewhere. We don't want to make an issue of it because it's taken us 3 years to get to this point and we don't want to blow it. He knows what litter trays are for because he knows our other cat uses the ones downstairs.
For some reason he just won't go outside other than for ten mins here or there if the sun is out and he wants to catch a few rays. We just have no idea how to either persuade him to go outside to potty or use a litter tray without stressing him out and ruining three years of patience and hard work. Any ideas would be really appreciated.
Whoa! I think I've just re written 'War and Peace'. Sorry about that, guys.
Anyway. Thanks in advance
Steve.
Oh, Here's a couple of pics...
This is when he first started visiting. He has scratches on his nose and is feeling generally sorry for himself.
This is him now. On his own bed.
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