Here's the story......
As we pulled into our driveway one late summer evening last year, a cat jumped out of my garbage can and took off running. I am a sucker for strays... I knew it was hungry, so I put some food out. I put food out for a month or so, and I watched behind my patio door, all night, to make it was the cat eating the food, and not a coon, or possum. This cat was extremly feral. Another month went by, and I stayed behind the glass, but made myself known. Then I opened the glass, and was only behind the screen. I eventually made it outside, and he would come eat only if I stayed about 6 ft away, and would take off if I tried to come closer. I thought it was odd, because sometimes he seemed to know me and trust me, and others, not a chance. Anyhow, it turned out that there were actually two cats who looked exactly the same, and it was only till I saw them both together that I figured that out. So, I set out two plates of food. When I started feeding both of them, they would come together, but then they started to fight with each other. I suspected both of them toms, but brothers. It happened that one ran the other off, and he never came back. Unfortunately, he was hit by a car and passed away. Grey and I got closer, and he started to trust me, I was finally able to pet him. He was still very skiddish. I was able to get him to the vet and get him fixed. He recovered nicely, and I had set up an area in my garage with blankets because winter had come and it was so cold. I felt so bad for him. I finally decided to bring him in, and that took some doing. It took a week or more of me coaxing him. I kept him in my bedroom, away from the other animals because he is a serious fighter. I finally had to put him in a huge dog kennel in my bedroom, because he was peeing all over the place. In the morning, I would make him go outside, unless it was bitterly cold out. In the kennel, he would use the litter box, but otherwise, he'd pee and/spray everywhere. When it started warming up, I put him outside. I had to get the urine out of my room, the smell was so bad. Anyhow, I set him up in the garage again, and put a fan out there for him. Poor thing, he wants back in the house, but I can't have him peeing all over the place and he will not get along with my other cats. He's fine with the dogs, but he is viscous with the other cats. He's lost weight because it's been so hot to eat this summer, and I feel very bad that I can't bring him in. Is there *anyway* I can get him to stop peeing everywhere, and is there anyway he will ever get along with my inside cats? I still don't totally trust him, but I feel really bad for him. Was I wrong to bring him in during the bitter cold winter? In the long run, I feel like I helped him out, but I think I also hurt him because now he's wanting to be indoors and I can't have him inside for the above reasons. Will the nuetering mellow him out and will he lose his urge to fight?
Any advice is welcome!
As we pulled into our driveway one late summer evening last year, a cat jumped out of my garbage can and took off running. I am a sucker for strays... I knew it was hungry, so I put some food out. I put food out for a month or so, and I watched behind my patio door, all night, to make it was the cat eating the food, and not a coon, or possum. This cat was extremly feral. Another month went by, and I stayed behind the glass, but made myself known. Then I opened the glass, and was only behind the screen. I eventually made it outside, and he would come eat only if I stayed about 6 ft away, and would take off if I tried to come closer. I thought it was odd, because sometimes he seemed to know me and trust me, and others, not a chance. Anyhow, it turned out that there were actually two cats who looked exactly the same, and it was only till I saw them both together that I figured that out. So, I set out two plates of food. When I started feeding both of them, they would come together, but then they started to fight with each other. I suspected both of them toms, but brothers. It happened that one ran the other off, and he never came back. Unfortunately, he was hit by a car and passed away. Grey and I got closer, and he started to trust me, I was finally able to pet him. He was still very skiddish. I was able to get him to the vet and get him fixed. He recovered nicely, and I had set up an area in my garage with blankets because winter had come and it was so cold. I felt so bad for him. I finally decided to bring him in, and that took some doing. It took a week or more of me coaxing him. I kept him in my bedroom, away from the other animals because he is a serious fighter. I finally had to put him in a huge dog kennel in my bedroom, because he was peeing all over the place. In the morning, I would make him go outside, unless it was bitterly cold out. In the kennel, he would use the litter box, but otherwise, he'd pee and/spray everywhere. When it started warming up, I put him outside. I had to get the urine out of my room, the smell was so bad. Anyhow, I set him up in the garage again, and put a fan out there for him. Poor thing, he wants back in the house, but I can't have him peeing all over the place and he will not get along with my other cats. He's fine with the dogs, but he is viscous with the other cats. He's lost weight because it's been so hot to eat this summer, and I feel very bad that I can't bring him in. Is there *anyway* I can get him to stop peeing everywhere, and is there anyway he will ever get along with my inside cats? I still don't totally trust him, but I feel really bad for him. Was I wrong to bring him in during the bitter cold winter? In the long run, I feel like I helped him out, but I think I also hurt him because now he's wanting to be indoors and I can't have him inside for the above reasons. Will the nuetering mellow him out and will he lose his urge to fight?
Any advice is welcome!