I am having major problems with my cat, and am at the end of my rope. This is going to be lengthy- but I appreciate any feedback or advice.
Some background on him. I have seven animals- three small dogs and four cats. The problem cat is my first, Gepetto. He joined the home with only two dogs, and was followed shortly thereafter by my second cat that was very close in age as his “littermate”. Gepetto was a bottle fed baby, and was always a little strange and reclusive. Because of this, I never did bond with him the same way I did my other animals- he keeps to himself and hides most of the time. He doesn’t have an issue with the dogs, and loves his “littermate” kitty. So I never quite understood his behavior, but just let him be. Over the years two more stray kitties and our last dog have joined, and never have we had any disputes or rivalries. It really is very calm.
The cats have been a one box household (large, large box). I have added boxes in the past, but they always continued to use one singular box- so that is what we’ve maintained. I never once had an instance of a cat going outside of the litter box. And Gepetto continued to live his life under the bed/behind the couch, and come out really after midnight to play with the other cats/dogs. They are also indoor cats, with plenty of windows. Gepetto has never showed interest in going outside.
Last year we made a long distance move, and my husband and I lived separately for about five months due to work. It was just me and the cats, and Gepetto seemed to settle in just fine and actually be a little more active than previously. However, when my husband moved home (this is the only event I can attribute this to, even though he lived his whole life around my husband whom is an animal lover) he began to poop in the corner of the formal room on occasion. Over time, the random occasion turned into every time he pooped. I tried changing the litter, the type of litter box (from covered to uncovered) but no change. After several months of this, we furnished the room- and he began to pee in his corner as well. It was NOT spray, but urine puddles. In rebuttal, I cleaned the area VERY well and put a litter box in his corner as well as added several more litter boxes throughout the house. Within 48 hours of creating what is theoretically an ideal environment of potty options, he jumped on the bed and peed on me.
I made an appointment at the vet the next day. $300 in tests later, he is in perfect health. The trip to the vet was so traumatic for him; however, he peed all over himself in the crate.
The vet prescribed anxiety medication for him. He will not take it via pill pocket, mixed in tuna, and I am afraid to medicate him via pill shooter because I know it will be traumatizing for him. (I had to administer antibiotics twice a day after a very unfortunate giardia outbreak amongst the cats, and he to this day does not trust me). I even crushed the pill, mushed it in cream cheese and smeared it on his leg in hopes he would groom himself… but he just walks around covered in cream cheese.
I had to lock the cats out of our room at night, as I do not want to be awakened to cat urine or poops in my bed (go figure). This has equated to HORRIBLE sleep. The cats sing the song of their people outside the door, the youngest dog wants out to play with her cat, ect ect. Not only this, under my bed was one of Gepetto’s few “safe places”. So I’m sure this has stressed him out more. He started taking residence behind the washing machine, which will not due because I can’t run it with him back there. So, too give the cats more private space, I reluctantly opened the guest room for them with a dog gate and sprinkled some cat tents around the house. Gepetto does not like to be high, he is a “bush cat” for sure.
Well, his behavior is just getting worse. Every morning, after horrible sleep I wake up to find cat poo (little bits, like he saves it and sprinkles it) EVERYWHERE. Drop here, drop there. Next to the food dish, on the couch by his corner, on the couch next to his window, outside my door, UNDER THE BED in the guest room. Oddly, no urine (lately). Just poop sprinkles.
I am at the end of my rope. I have given him extra, private potty places. More places to hide. Trying to medicate him (admittedly unsuccessfully, hard to medicate a cat you can’t find, get out of their hiding place or get to take a pill in general). He does not like me- he won’t come to me. He doesn’t seem to mind any of the animals- no personality conflicts that I can see. He won’t play with me (but he will with the youngest dog).
The vet doesn’t really have advice. He’s not aggressive- just horrified at everything. And, he’s young… maybe around four years old. I’d take this behavior with a little more grace if he was elderly, or ill- but he’s not. And not responding to anything I try. If anything, responding in a more negative way.
I cannot continue to live like this. My life revolves around giving these animals the best home and life possible- but this dang cat is making me resentful. I’ve probably spent $500 or more on this so far- really on a cat that I do not share a bond with. I’ve done it mainly because I’ve made a commitment to this animal. But how far does it go? Do I resign myself to finding cat sprinkles for the next ten years? Being paranoid that the bedroom door was left open and I may as well kiss my foam mattress goodbye? Fearing company will smell cat poo that's been cleverly hidden behind the piano? Black light testing the carpet every night? Walking on eggshells because I don’t want to stress him out? Putting off installing new flooring because I don’t want to upset his balance? Refuse to vacation because no one can pill him but me?
I guess what I am looking for, is any thoughts on improving the situation. Or, thoughts on what point is appropriate to consider finding him a new home. The problem is, I don’t think ANY home will suit him. We live a quiet, childless life. No upset. No visitors. No changes. In cat world, our house really can’t get much more mundane. And just to be clear, I've never given up an animal. I am a firm believer in keeping a commitment to them. HOWEVER- I am also a firm believer in my sanity. The fact that I'm even contemplating re-homing him says a LOT about how frustrated I am. And above all, he's clearly unhappy. He's stressed. And I don't know how to fix it for him.
Something has GOT to give! HELP!
Some background on him. I have seven animals- three small dogs and four cats. The problem cat is my first, Gepetto. He joined the home with only two dogs, and was followed shortly thereafter by my second cat that was very close in age as his “littermate”. Gepetto was a bottle fed baby, and was always a little strange and reclusive. Because of this, I never did bond with him the same way I did my other animals- he keeps to himself and hides most of the time. He doesn’t have an issue with the dogs, and loves his “littermate” kitty. So I never quite understood his behavior, but just let him be. Over the years two more stray kitties and our last dog have joined, and never have we had any disputes or rivalries. It really is very calm.
The cats have been a one box household (large, large box). I have added boxes in the past, but they always continued to use one singular box- so that is what we’ve maintained. I never once had an instance of a cat going outside of the litter box. And Gepetto continued to live his life under the bed/behind the couch, and come out really after midnight to play with the other cats/dogs. They are also indoor cats, with plenty of windows. Gepetto has never showed interest in going outside.
Last year we made a long distance move, and my husband and I lived separately for about five months due to work. It was just me and the cats, and Gepetto seemed to settle in just fine and actually be a little more active than previously. However, when my husband moved home (this is the only event I can attribute this to, even though he lived his whole life around my husband whom is an animal lover) he began to poop in the corner of the formal room on occasion. Over time, the random occasion turned into every time he pooped. I tried changing the litter, the type of litter box (from covered to uncovered) but no change. After several months of this, we furnished the room- and he began to pee in his corner as well. It was NOT spray, but urine puddles. In rebuttal, I cleaned the area VERY well and put a litter box in his corner as well as added several more litter boxes throughout the house. Within 48 hours of creating what is theoretically an ideal environment of potty options, he jumped on the bed and peed on me.
I made an appointment at the vet the next day. $300 in tests later, he is in perfect health. The trip to the vet was so traumatic for him; however, he peed all over himself in the crate.
The vet prescribed anxiety medication for him. He will not take it via pill pocket, mixed in tuna, and I am afraid to medicate him via pill shooter because I know it will be traumatizing for him. (I had to administer antibiotics twice a day after a very unfortunate giardia outbreak amongst the cats, and he to this day does not trust me). I even crushed the pill, mushed it in cream cheese and smeared it on his leg in hopes he would groom himself… but he just walks around covered in cream cheese.
I had to lock the cats out of our room at night, as I do not want to be awakened to cat urine or poops in my bed (go figure). This has equated to HORRIBLE sleep. The cats sing the song of their people outside the door, the youngest dog wants out to play with her cat, ect ect. Not only this, under my bed was one of Gepetto’s few “safe places”. So I’m sure this has stressed him out more. He started taking residence behind the washing machine, which will not due because I can’t run it with him back there. So, too give the cats more private space, I reluctantly opened the guest room for them with a dog gate and sprinkled some cat tents around the house. Gepetto does not like to be high, he is a “bush cat” for sure.
Well, his behavior is just getting worse. Every morning, after horrible sleep I wake up to find cat poo (little bits, like he saves it and sprinkles it) EVERYWHERE. Drop here, drop there. Next to the food dish, on the couch by his corner, on the couch next to his window, outside my door, UNDER THE BED in the guest room. Oddly, no urine (lately). Just poop sprinkles.
I am at the end of my rope. I have given him extra, private potty places. More places to hide. Trying to medicate him (admittedly unsuccessfully, hard to medicate a cat you can’t find, get out of their hiding place or get to take a pill in general). He does not like me- he won’t come to me. He doesn’t seem to mind any of the animals- no personality conflicts that I can see. He won’t play with me (but he will with the youngest dog).
The vet doesn’t really have advice. He’s not aggressive- just horrified at everything. And, he’s young… maybe around four years old. I’d take this behavior with a little more grace if he was elderly, or ill- but he’s not. And not responding to anything I try. If anything, responding in a more negative way.
I cannot continue to live like this. My life revolves around giving these animals the best home and life possible- but this dang cat is making me resentful. I’ve probably spent $500 or more on this so far- really on a cat that I do not share a bond with. I’ve done it mainly because I’ve made a commitment to this animal. But how far does it go? Do I resign myself to finding cat sprinkles for the next ten years? Being paranoid that the bedroom door was left open and I may as well kiss my foam mattress goodbye? Fearing company will smell cat poo that's been cleverly hidden behind the piano? Black light testing the carpet every night? Walking on eggshells because I don’t want to stress him out? Putting off installing new flooring because I don’t want to upset his balance? Refuse to vacation because no one can pill him but me?
I guess what I am looking for, is any thoughts on improving the situation. Or, thoughts on what point is appropriate to consider finding him a new home. The problem is, I don’t think ANY home will suit him. We live a quiet, childless life. No upset. No visitors. No changes. In cat world, our house really can’t get much more mundane. And just to be clear, I've never given up an animal. I am a firm believer in keeping a commitment to them. HOWEVER- I am also a firm believer in my sanity. The fact that I'm even contemplating re-homing him says a LOT about how frustrated I am. And above all, he's clearly unhappy. He's stressed. And I don't know how to fix it for him.
Something has GOT to give! HELP!