To start off, greetings to you all
This is my first post after lurking around for awhile. It seems like there's a lot of knowledgeable and helpful folks on here, so hopefully I can get some advice.
Here's my situation, starting from the beginning (sorry it's pretty long, but I figured the more info, the better):
My mother feeds and cares for several feral cats at her house. One of them, whom she calls Bandit, had gone missing for about two weeks. By some chance he decided to show up on a day that my boyfriend and I happened to be down there to visit for the day. Upon seeing him is was obvious that he severely injured and needed to see a vet ASAP. The entire right side of his face was, for lack of a better description, falling off. He's pretty fluffy, so it was difficult to get a good idea of what exactly was going on. He also had a bad wound on the bridge of his nose. We decided to trap him and take him into the vet the next day. After unsuccessful night (although we did manage to trap a different outdoor cat and one of my mom's indoor cats in the process), we finally caught him later the next morning.
The vet looked him over and found that he had had a pretty severe wound to the side of his face that had abscessed and then ruptured. The abscess literally covered the entire left side of his face from behind his ear down to his chin. The top half had burst open and much of the tissue had died, while the bottom remained intact. She debried and flushed the wound and abscess as well as she could given the extent of it. When we went to pick him up, she was very clear that if we wouldn't have manged to get a hold of him and bring him in when we did, he almost certainly would have died. He tested positive for FIV on top of everything else, so his immune system is and was compromised. This is likely a large portion of why the wound got as bad as it did. She recommend that he be kept inside for the rest of the week at least, and longer if possible.
My mom is confined to a wheelchair, and with how feral he was, there was just no way she was going to be able to care for him on her own. After some discussion, we decided that it would be best for him to come home with my boyfriend and I until he was well again, could be neutered and then released back outside. Naively, we thought this process would only take a week, maybe two weeks at most. As a result, we set him up in our bathroom and while I did make a point to sit with him occasionally to get him used to people, I wasn't making an outright attempt to socialize him. He is ~5 years old and has been outside (that we know of) for at least 3, maybe 4 years, so he is almost as feral as it gets.
After a week and some extra antibiotics it was obvious that Bandit (who we had now renamed Dooder) wasn't making nearly enough progress as far as healing goes. He was better than when we brought him home, of course, but still not very well. Most worrying was that the area of dead tissue had dried up and scabbed over. He managed to scratch off this scab, leaving nothing but exposed muscle. At this point we decided to take him into our own vet for a recheck. They pulled up some skin up from the lower part of his face and stitched it over the the muscle, and cleaned up the rest of the wounds well. He also got a dose of Frontline for some fleas that I hadn't noticed, some dewormer as he was pretty anemic, and a new antibiotic.
Now, where my mom lives is a pretty small town, so I'm sure her vet gets in a lot of barn and feral cats. The vet was more than happy to take him in. We had informed her that we were pretty positive that his wounds had been inflicted by a raccoon, as my mom had seen one around with almost as severe of injuries soon after Dooder had gone missing. She gave him a rabies vaccine because of this and simply told us to keep an eye out for any strange behavior in the next two weeks.
I, on the other hand, live in a large city, and while the tech I made the appointment with at our vet told me that they would have no problem with him being feral, it was a totally different story when I actually got him there. The vet treated me like I was absolutely absurd for not having him put down to begin with. After informing her that he is FIV positive and that he was likely attacked by a raccoon, she became even more difficult. She disappeared for a few minutes and came back to tell me that she had called the DNR to see what needed to be done with him since he is a rabies candidate. She informed me that there is a six month mandatory quarantine period, which could be done in home, and that she had passed my information on to the DNR. She asked me if I was going to comply with this, and of course I said yes. Only after this did she agree to treat him.
So here I am, not intending to have this cat in my care long term, now forced to keep him for who knows how long. Don't get me wrong, I will gladly keep him as long as it takes, but now I am faced with the dilemma of socializing him and making a more permanent space for him other than my small bathroom. I do have an extra bedroom, and the only reason he wasn't put in there to begin with is because it was far easier to cat proof the bathroom on such short notice and because his wounds were actively weeping for the first week or so and cleaning pus and blood off of tile is far easier than carpet. Since he came home from our vet (a week ago tomorrow), I have been doing my best to spend time in his room with him. I also opened up the cupboard under the sink and made it into a hiding place for him. Up until then he had just been hiding behind the toilet.
So far I have been able to touch him, but only the back half of him when he is behind the toilet. I believe he allows this because he isn't able to see me. The second he sees me while I'm touching him he growls and hisses. I'm honestly surprised how much he will let me touch him like this. I was able to cut away a very large matt on his back this way. It took at least 20 minutes and he didn't make a sound.
He does not hiss or growl at me otherwise though. This isn't the case with my boyfriend. I'm not sure if this is because he doesn't spend nearly as much time with him, or what, but he has hissed at him quite a few times. Overall he just seems terrified of me. He cowers and shuts down. When I bring him treats he acts like he doesn't see them and won't touch them even after I've left. I usually sit in the bathtub when I visit him, and he won't move around the room. For the most part he just watches me for awhile and falls asleep when he's decided I'm not going to attack him. He has gotten up to eat and drink once while I've been in the room with him and I'm actually in here with him right now, and he got up and paced around for a couple seconds before going back to sleeping.
I try to spend time with him at the same time every day, but I'm in school full time, so this isn't always possible and some days I'm not able to get in here with him at all. I hope this won't make a huge difference in his progress.
Also, I feel like I've probably put him off a bit by making a lot of eye contact. I really haven't had much of a choice since I need to check up on his wound and it's right on his face. I do my best to look past his eyes, but it still seems to freak him out.
So, after that super long story, I guess my questions are:
Here's my situation, starting from the beginning (sorry it's pretty long, but I figured the more info, the better):
My mother feeds and cares for several feral cats at her house. One of them, whom she calls Bandit, had gone missing for about two weeks. By some chance he decided to show up on a day that my boyfriend and I happened to be down there to visit for the day. Upon seeing him is was obvious that he severely injured and needed to see a vet ASAP. The entire right side of his face was, for lack of a better description, falling off. He's pretty fluffy, so it was difficult to get a good idea of what exactly was going on. He also had a bad wound on the bridge of his nose. We decided to trap him and take him into the vet the next day. After unsuccessful night (although we did manage to trap a different outdoor cat and one of my mom's indoor cats in the process), we finally caught him later the next morning.
The vet looked him over and found that he had had a pretty severe wound to the side of his face that had abscessed and then ruptured. The abscess literally covered the entire left side of his face from behind his ear down to his chin. The top half had burst open and much of the tissue had died, while the bottom remained intact. She debried and flushed the wound and abscess as well as she could given the extent of it. When we went to pick him up, she was very clear that if we wouldn't have manged to get a hold of him and bring him in when we did, he almost certainly would have died. He tested positive for FIV on top of everything else, so his immune system is and was compromised. This is likely a large portion of why the wound got as bad as it did. She recommend that he be kept inside for the rest of the week at least, and longer if possible.
My mom is confined to a wheelchair, and with how feral he was, there was just no way she was going to be able to care for him on her own. After some discussion, we decided that it would be best for him to come home with my boyfriend and I until he was well again, could be neutered and then released back outside. Naively, we thought this process would only take a week, maybe two weeks at most. As a result, we set him up in our bathroom and while I did make a point to sit with him occasionally to get him used to people, I wasn't making an outright attempt to socialize him. He is ~5 years old and has been outside (that we know of) for at least 3, maybe 4 years, so he is almost as feral as it gets.
After a week and some extra antibiotics it was obvious that Bandit (who we had now renamed Dooder) wasn't making nearly enough progress as far as healing goes. He was better than when we brought him home, of course, but still not very well. Most worrying was that the area of dead tissue had dried up and scabbed over. He managed to scratch off this scab, leaving nothing but exposed muscle. At this point we decided to take him into our own vet for a recheck. They pulled up some skin up from the lower part of his face and stitched it over the the muscle, and cleaned up the rest of the wounds well. He also got a dose of Frontline for some fleas that I hadn't noticed, some dewormer as he was pretty anemic, and a new antibiotic.
Now, where my mom lives is a pretty small town, so I'm sure her vet gets in a lot of barn and feral cats. The vet was more than happy to take him in. We had informed her that we were pretty positive that his wounds had been inflicted by a raccoon, as my mom had seen one around with almost as severe of injuries soon after Dooder had gone missing. She gave him a rabies vaccine because of this and simply told us to keep an eye out for any strange behavior in the next two weeks.
I, on the other hand, live in a large city, and while the tech I made the appointment with at our vet told me that they would have no problem with him being feral, it was a totally different story when I actually got him there. The vet treated me like I was absolutely absurd for not having him put down to begin with. After informing her that he is FIV positive and that he was likely attacked by a raccoon, she became even more difficult. She disappeared for a few minutes and came back to tell me that she had called the DNR to see what needed to be done with him since he is a rabies candidate. She informed me that there is a six month mandatory quarantine period, which could be done in home, and that she had passed my information on to the DNR. She asked me if I was going to comply with this, and of course I said yes. Only after this did she agree to treat him.
So here I am, not intending to have this cat in my care long term, now forced to keep him for who knows how long. Don't get me wrong, I will gladly keep him as long as it takes, but now I am faced with the dilemma of socializing him and making a more permanent space for him other than my small bathroom. I do have an extra bedroom, and the only reason he wasn't put in there to begin with is because it was far easier to cat proof the bathroom on such short notice and because his wounds were actively weeping for the first week or so and cleaning pus and blood off of tile is far easier than carpet. Since he came home from our vet (a week ago tomorrow), I have been doing my best to spend time in his room with him. I also opened up the cupboard under the sink and made it into a hiding place for him. Up until then he had just been hiding behind the toilet.
So far I have been able to touch him, but only the back half of him when he is behind the toilet. I believe he allows this because he isn't able to see me. The second he sees me while I'm touching him he growls and hisses. I'm honestly surprised how much he will let me touch him like this. I was able to cut away a very large matt on his back this way. It took at least 20 minutes and he didn't make a sound.
He does not hiss or growl at me otherwise though. This isn't the case with my boyfriend. I'm not sure if this is because he doesn't spend nearly as much time with him, or what, but he has hissed at him quite a few times. Overall he just seems terrified of me. He cowers and shuts down. When I bring him treats he acts like he doesn't see them and won't touch them even after I've left. I usually sit in the bathtub when I visit him, and he won't move around the room. For the most part he just watches me for awhile and falls asleep when he's decided I'm not going to attack him. He has gotten up to eat and drink once while I've been in the room with him and I'm actually in here with him right now, and he got up and paced around for a couple seconds before going back to sleeping.
I try to spend time with him at the same time every day, but I'm in school full time, so this isn't always possible and some days I'm not able to get in here with him at all. I hope this won't make a huge difference in his progress.
Also, I feel like I've probably put him off a bit by making a lot of eye contact. I really haven't had much of a choice since I need to check up on his wound and it's right on his face. I do my best to look past his eyes, but it still seems to freak him out.
So, after that super long story, I guess my questions are:
- Should I consider moving him into the extra bedroom? I feel like it would be beneficial because there won't be people coming in and out to use the bathroom all of the time, but I'm afraid the move will freak him out.
- What can I do to make more progress as far as socializing goes?
- Should I wait for him to come to me, or can I try to pet him on my own?
- What is the likelihood of him coming around? It's been about two and a half weeks that he's been with me and I've honestly seen almost no progress. Admittedly, I haven't been trying very hard until now, but still...
- As far as food rewards go, I haven't been able to find anything he really likes. Any suggestions? He does not like canned food. I've also tried soft cat treats and baby food - chicken and beef.