Hi -
I have a problem with one of my two cats, Buddy is 6yrs and Pal is 5yrs, that is driving me nuts. Pal has the problem. Actually, I have the problem, Pal is just the catalyst. I got them both at the MSPCA when they were a year old and they have been indoor, neutered cats. For 3 yrs Pal was fine with this. He would take a shot at getting out if the opportunity was there but it was no big deal. Then a feral cat came spraying at the screened in porch and my peaceful life was shattered. Pal thought it was better than sliced bread. And now, getting outside was a major deal. I've had indoor/outdoor cats all my life but there was always someone home to let them in and out. It's just me now and I don't want them out all day while I'm at work. What if they got hurt and came home for help and I found them dead on the doorstep?? I know cats go off when they are hurt bad, but still. Am I supposed to come home from work and let them out, they are gone all night and I only see them on the weekends?? No. They are to be indoor cats.
Until this feral cat passed by last summer. Then Pal had to get out to mark his territory with this new knowledge and in the mean time he marked everything inside. Even ME! I took him to the vet just in case, but he was fine. So, I found Feliway, wich worked OK, he just found new spots to mark. Then Buddy, who's the dominant one, figured Hey, I was here first, I'll do the marking around here. Fortunately, he's slow to catch on and was only wiggling his tail, but how long before he realized he had to put something behind all that action? Pal soon added huffing, snorting, furniture scratching and biting my toes to his repertoire. I was spraying Feliway eight inches off the floor completely around every room not closed off. I tried closing the blinds on the windows but he just jumped on the sill and sprayed them. So I cleaned and sprayed. I tried pennies in a can, clapping my hands with "NO, NO, NO!!," banishing him to the basement for 3 timed minutes and a spray bottle. I lived in a stuffy tomb with the windows, blinds and doors all closed. A neighbor actually asked me if I was OK.
The last straw for me, which was Pal's victory, was when he came to where I was sitting, bit my toes, then jumped up on the front window sill. He turned around to face me, started working the back paws, hunkered down on the front paws, looked straight at me and sprayed. I shook my penny can, he flattened his ears, I yelled "NO, NO, NO" and he huffed. I put him down cellar, set the timer and cried. The next day I opened all the windows, bought flea and tick drops on the way home, they both already had collars and shots incase they got out, and called a friend for Pal's Going Out party. That was in the fall and was the end of his spraying.
Now, for the past 2 months with the warm weather, I find out Pal is a tick magnet. That's all well and good if they bite the cats, they have the drops to kill the ticks if they bite, but what about me? I check Pal over and comb him every time he comes in, found out they die when dropped in alcohol, but they're wise to me. They hide somehow and show up on his window sill or on his fur. Today I found one on my sock and I had not been outside yet. In 2 months I've only found 4, other than when I check him when he first comes in. After I found the first I started closing my bedroom door. I can't sleep thinking he may have a loose one on him. So now I am totally repulsed by the possibility of ticks and I find I am transferring that to Pal himself. I put on a white towel before I let him sleep on my lap. I don't want him brushing up against me and move away. And I know he can tell the difference because he has started curling up at my feet instead of jumping on my lap. Either I need therapy to get over the tick thing or Pal needs it to stop spraying if I try to keep him in again. Neither of which I can afford. What can I do?
I have a problem with one of my two cats, Buddy is 6yrs and Pal is 5yrs, that is driving me nuts. Pal has the problem. Actually, I have the problem, Pal is just the catalyst. I got them both at the MSPCA when they were a year old and they have been indoor, neutered cats. For 3 yrs Pal was fine with this. He would take a shot at getting out if the opportunity was there but it was no big deal. Then a feral cat came spraying at the screened in porch and my peaceful life was shattered. Pal thought it was better than sliced bread. And now, getting outside was a major deal. I've had indoor/outdoor cats all my life but there was always someone home to let them in and out. It's just me now and I don't want them out all day while I'm at work. What if they got hurt and came home for help and I found them dead on the doorstep?? I know cats go off when they are hurt bad, but still. Am I supposed to come home from work and let them out, they are gone all night and I only see them on the weekends?? No. They are to be indoor cats.
Until this feral cat passed by last summer. Then Pal had to get out to mark his territory with this new knowledge and in the mean time he marked everything inside. Even ME! I took him to the vet just in case, but he was fine. So, I found Feliway, wich worked OK, he just found new spots to mark. Then Buddy, who's the dominant one, figured Hey, I was here first, I'll do the marking around here. Fortunately, he's slow to catch on and was only wiggling his tail, but how long before he realized he had to put something behind all that action? Pal soon added huffing, snorting, furniture scratching and biting my toes to his repertoire. I was spraying Feliway eight inches off the floor completely around every room not closed off. I tried closing the blinds on the windows but he just jumped on the sill and sprayed them. So I cleaned and sprayed. I tried pennies in a can, clapping my hands with "NO, NO, NO!!," banishing him to the basement for 3 timed minutes and a spray bottle. I lived in a stuffy tomb with the windows, blinds and doors all closed. A neighbor actually asked me if I was OK.
The last straw for me, which was Pal's victory, was when he came to where I was sitting, bit my toes, then jumped up on the front window sill. He turned around to face me, started working the back paws, hunkered down on the front paws, looked straight at me and sprayed. I shook my penny can, he flattened his ears, I yelled "NO, NO, NO" and he huffed. I put him down cellar, set the timer and cried. The next day I opened all the windows, bought flea and tick drops on the way home, they both already had collars and shots incase they got out, and called a friend for Pal's Going Out party. That was in the fall and was the end of his spraying.
Now, for the past 2 months with the warm weather, I find out Pal is a tick magnet. That's all well and good if they bite the cats, they have the drops to kill the ticks if they bite, but what about me? I check Pal over and comb him every time he comes in, found out they die when dropped in alcohol, but they're wise to me. They hide somehow and show up on his window sill or on his fur. Today I found one on my sock and I had not been outside yet. In 2 months I've only found 4, other than when I check him when he first comes in. After I found the first I started closing my bedroom door. I can't sleep thinking he may have a loose one on him. So now I am totally repulsed by the possibility of ticks and I find I am transferring that to Pal himself. I put on a white towel before I let him sleep on my lap. I don't want him brushing up against me and move away. And I know he can tell the difference because he has started curling up at my feet instead of jumping on my lap. Either I need therapy to get over the tick thing or Pal needs it to stop spraying if I try to keep him in again. Neither of which I can afford. What can I do?