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I realize that this post is very old, but I'm writing this mainly for the benefit of people searching for info now, who can still gain insight from the posts. I adopted a little black kitten, named him Boo, slept with him, sat him on the kitchen island when I was in there because he had to be where I was, reached into toilet water to retrieve him when he tried to jump onto the bathroom sink to be close to me while I brushed my teeth and fell in, cuddled with him all night while he laid on his back in the bend of my arm when I found out he had pneumonia; this was MY BABY!!!! I had him for 4 years and I told people that he was the perfect cat for me!!! When I wanted him to go to bed with me and I had my CPAP machine on my face , I only had to make a "hm-hm" noise in the same tone as I spoke his name (Boo-Boo) and he would jump up and sleep all night with me. If I took a nap, he was automatically attached to my stomach the moment I layed down. I loved him soooo much, and I miss him every day. I was getting ready to move out, and was working hard, alone with Boo-Boo, every moment that I was awake and not at work. I was about to quit for the night, exhausted, and I decided to do one last thing. I brought the giant trash can inside in order to clean it thoroughly after I had disinfected it outdoors. I was cleaning away, with Boo lying on his side, relaxing, just about a foot away from my own feet. (He always had to be with me, and I loved it.) He decided to get up and smell the outside of the can. I saw him doing so, but I turned around to grab something, and he suddenly attacked me. He bit into the inside portion of my leg, next to my knee, and he HUNG ON! I was moving my leg, tryong to shake him off; he just dug in. I picked up a paper and began hitting him with it to try to scare him off of me and he just dug in, still HANGING by his teeth. It was very painful and when my efforts did not work, I said a one of those very urgent prayers, and he let loose. But he was only a few feet away and still visibly upset. He tried coming at me again and I backed up from the kitchen to the doorway of the living room, where the vacuum sat, already plugged in. I knew he was afraid of it , so I turned it on, and cahsed him down the hall with it so I could shut him in another room. I knew he would need food and water and a litter box , so I stocked one of the bathrooms, and then opened the door to the attached bedroom in order to chase him inot the bathroom, where he would have access to everything he would need. He tried charging at me several times, coming at me from in between the mattress and box spring, which were propped against the wall. I had the vacuum, so I help my end of the mattress and box spring together, then started the vacuum again which sent him into the bathroom and I followed the vacuum, hiding behind it, and shut him in. Every time I would go near that bathroom door, I would talk to him and try to calm him and see how he was, He just hissed and growled at me. Finally, my brother in law came over to get him out about 3 days later. (He still had an abundance of food, water, everything he needed since I had put a lot in there.) My brother in law talked to him, petted him, picked him up, and sat him on the front step. He was strictly an inside cat, so we assumed he would stay near the steps while I finished packing since I was down to the last couple of days in the house. We couldn't give him away, not knowing if he would attack someone, and if we took him to the shelter it would either be the same thing, or they would kill him, and I did not know what on Earth to do. Next morning I went in the front yard and he popped around the corner acting normal and even let me pet him. Then when I "woke up" and realized it wasn't safe to pet him, he started growling and trying to come at me again! I called my family but nobody would come over to hrlp me thsi time. I mad eit to my car, and I pulled u as close to him as I could and blared the horn til he ran away so I could run back into the house. That was it for me; my own safety came first. I moved out and he stayed there. BUt the next day I felt bad so I drove an hour , and set a live trap to try to catch him to keep him contained til I could figure out what to do with him. But I caught a raccoon instead. I looked around outside for him. No sign. I couldn't keep taking two-hour round trip hikes out there to check a trap every day so I decided to let him go and hope for the best, At least he would have a chance at a life outdoors there (in a rural area) albeit probably a short one, given the stray dogs and the fact that he was declawed. (I know, it's a horrible thing. All 4 paws. But how was I to know he would attack me over something he smelled on that trash can? (Probably another male cat.) I recalled one other time that he had acted strangely aggressive. It was when I brought a broom inside that was one I normally left outdoors. That time, he smelled it, ran away, and hissed but when I spoke to him, he calmed down quickly and was normal again. It has been about 7 years now, and I miss that baby every day of my life. I adopted another cat, and I love her. But she is not Boo. I have not declawed her; I use those claw covers. I have had many cats, and usually more than one at a time, since I was about 4, and I am 52. I never had anything like this happen before, and I wish I had had time to figure out what to do , but I had to move. Other people were waiting to move in. Given more time, I think I would have made a different decision, but I was under so much stress and I just didn't know what to do! I know that he had to have smelled another cat in both instances and took it out on the only live thing there: me. I still have scars on my leg from his teeth piercing through by probably 1/2" in some places. But I wish I had my baby Boo back the way he was before this all happened.