Ok, that should at least get someone to read this. A week ago during a bout of temporary insanity, I took in a stray cat. (The temporary insanity plea has been submitted to save me from any lectures about my inability to consider consequence) He was pathetic!! Skinny, cut up, scarred up, appeared to have been doused in motor oil, covered and infested with parasites, somehow had managed to get herpes and chlamydia in his eye, (which leads me to question my knowledge of sexual activity/positioning) and very sweet despite all this. I ran to the store to get the necessities before taking him to the vet the next morning. Sir Barton got most of his stuff taken care of and $357.00 later, I voluntarily own a cat. He's here to stay, as I don't think I can use his current value to barter for things such as rent, bills, groceries etc. He tested negative for FIV, but since he had recently been in a fight, he needs to be retested in 3 months. Until that time, he is quarantined in my room, away from my roommates cat. Oh what fun!! Please understand that the cat is being spoiled, his diet is better than mine, he sleeps on egyptian cotton, he's cuddled and loved and I would never want to harm him, but, HE IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!! Since I can't actually afford it at this point, I am going to pawn something to get him neutered ASAP (turns out ASAP is 5 days away). I have made the appointment. He is spraying everywhere, he meows all night, I have washed everything in vinegar (inclucing walls, baseboards, furniture) at least twice to get the smell out, which has helped. But the fact remains that even if I try to sleep on the couch, I can still hear him, and I have not had more than two hours of sleep at a time for a week now. Last night he actually SPRAYED MY HAIR!!! While I was laying in bed, trying to calm him!!! Alright, this is when visions of cutting the damned things off myself start forming. I have the patience of a saint, as evidenced by my occupation, current relationship with a testicle-bearing human, and the fact that on numerous occasions, people have told me this. It is wearing out. I need to sleep. I need quiet. I cannot at this point afford a night away from the house, or another unplanned trip to the vet as all of my money has gone into sweet Sir Barton and as thanks he has transformed it into this wonderful scent in which to bathe me and my belongings. OK...to wrap up, what can I do? Can I sedate him with something around the house? Is this so so so wrong to be asking? (Nothing around the house is good enough to sedate me, I tried) Just a smidgen of benadryl, a dash of nyquil, something that won't kill him or get me turned over to the authorities? Really, I need help. I work with a young child with disabilities, and irritability and a short fuse simply don't cut it. Any suggestions would be great, I know things will be better in a week, but in the meantime, I am on the verge of hallucinations. HELP!
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5/17/06 at 6:48pm