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I have a two year old male, his name is Bobo, that I've raised from birth, and he's always been trying, but these past couple of months he has crossed the line from being a troublemaker to being a nuisance, and I can tell my family is at the point where they want him GONE. And I, the cat lover and one responsible for him, am also approaching that point. There's beginning to be more bad times than good with him and the love he brings me is hardly enough to cover up for his chaos anymore.
So to explain the situation:
He lived the first year of his life in a four cat home. We found his mother in a parking lot and, never having had a female cat before, I didn't know that they could get pregnant at five months of age. At nine months she gave birth to five kittens, so just like that I went from two cats to seven. We found homes for three and kept the other two. About a year later one of the two kittens went missing, a couple months later the big male we had first passed away, and this June the mother went missing. Within a year we went from four to one cat, our neighborhood is clearly not safe for outdoor cats, but the dog has a bladder problem where he's almost constantly leaking so the door stayed open during all daylight hours and sometimes even in the evening. Within a month of his mother going missing Bobo noticeably started acting up. He started screaming more, for hours at the top of his lungs until he'd go hoarse, so my family's response to this is to just let him live outside. He'd come in to eat and sometimes sleep and then he'd be off again.
Well, September 2014 he got in an accident. Nobody knows what happened, it could have been a car or a bike or someone kicking him, but he drastically lost weight within a week and his stomach was bulging. I took him to the vet the next day, they rushed him into surgery the day after, and he stayed hospitalized for a week. He had two hernias from whatever had happened that caused so much infection that he had to lose a part of his abdominal wall that couldn't be saved. They nearly euthanized him on the table and every day told me not to keep my hopes up because he probably wouldn't make it. Well, he did, and he went right back to his rascally ways. Then this October he went missing for nearly three weeks. When he reappeared he was limping so badly that I rushed him to the vet as soon as I could the next day. They think that something fell on him and he was stuck, and the reason he was limping is because he now has a spinal subluxation that's causing a signal blockage from his brain to leg as well as having several collapsed discs. His previous surgery from the year before cost us $2,500 so we didn't have the money to take him to the neurologist they suggested to us to help him. I took him home, set up a GoFundMe page to try to raise the money, and while we waited he managed to gain all of the use back in his leg and flexibility in his spine. The only sign he's been hurt is that he has a slight limp in that leg. We never managed to raise any money to take him to the vet so we've just let it be.
My cat is the reason they say cats have nine lives. He's clearly had a lot of stress in his life but he's such a trooper that it's never looked like any of the physical stress has bothered him.
Obviously, we decided to make him a strictly indoor cat. This is where all hell breaks loose. The screaming has gotten worse, he pees EVERYWHERE (in beds [plural], my school bag, piles of laundry, the fireplace, the middle of the living room as he stares into our eyes), if you open the door for a second he darts outside so quickly that if I tried to shut the door before he got out he'd be crushed in the process. Our house smells like a litter box, we can't sleep, and we can't open the door to even let the leaky dog out or leave the house. He's not going elsewhere instead of the litterbox, he's going everywhere as well as the litterbox. I still clean his boxes every other day. Boxes. Three. They're in my mom's bedroom, in the hallway atrached to all of my brothers' rooms, and the downstairs hallway. Two are in low traffic areas away from loud noises. And it's usually either in someone's bed or as we're watching him that he pees.
I've paid $30 to speak to a cat behaviorist, I paid $60 to get him more toys and those pheromone collars and plugins that are supposed to help him calm down, and if anything he's gotten worse. I am now broke and fed up.
So to explain the situation:
He lived the first year of his life in a four cat home. We found his mother in a parking lot and, never having had a female cat before, I didn't know that they could get pregnant at five months of age. At nine months she gave birth to five kittens, so just like that I went from two cats to seven. We found homes for three and kept the other two. About a year later one of the two kittens went missing, a couple months later the big male we had first passed away, and this June the mother went missing. Within a year we went from four to one cat, our neighborhood is clearly not safe for outdoor cats, but the dog has a bladder problem where he's almost constantly leaking so the door stayed open during all daylight hours and sometimes even in the evening. Within a month of his mother going missing Bobo noticeably started acting up. He started screaming more, for hours at the top of his lungs until he'd go hoarse, so my family's response to this is to just let him live outside. He'd come in to eat and sometimes sleep and then he'd be off again.
Well, September 2014 he got in an accident. Nobody knows what happened, it could have been a car or a bike or someone kicking him, but he drastically lost weight within a week and his stomach was bulging. I took him to the vet the next day, they rushed him into surgery the day after, and he stayed hospitalized for a week. He had two hernias from whatever had happened that caused so much infection that he had to lose a part of his abdominal wall that couldn't be saved. They nearly euthanized him on the table and every day told me not to keep my hopes up because he probably wouldn't make it. Well, he did, and he went right back to his rascally ways. Then this October he went missing for nearly three weeks. When he reappeared he was limping so badly that I rushed him to the vet as soon as I could the next day. They think that something fell on him and he was stuck, and the reason he was limping is because he now has a spinal subluxation that's causing a signal blockage from his brain to leg as well as having several collapsed discs. His previous surgery from the year before cost us $2,500 so we didn't have the money to take him to the neurologist they suggested to us to help him. I took him home, set up a GoFundMe page to try to raise the money, and while we waited he managed to gain all of the use back in his leg and flexibility in his spine. The only sign he's been hurt is that he has a slight limp in that leg. We never managed to raise any money to take him to the vet so we've just let it be.
My cat is the reason they say cats have nine lives. He's clearly had a lot of stress in his life but he's such a trooper that it's never looked like any of the physical stress has bothered him.
Obviously, we decided to make him a strictly indoor cat. This is where all hell breaks loose. The screaming has gotten worse, he pees EVERYWHERE (in beds [plural], my school bag, piles of laundry, the fireplace, the middle of the living room as he stares into our eyes), if you open the door for a second he darts outside so quickly that if I tried to shut the door before he got out he'd be crushed in the process. Our house smells like a litter box, we can't sleep, and we can't open the door to even let the leaky dog out or leave the house. He's not going elsewhere instead of the litterbox, he's going everywhere as well as the litterbox. I still clean his boxes every other day. Boxes. Three. They're in my mom's bedroom, in the hallway atrached to all of my brothers' rooms, and the downstairs hallway. Two are in low traffic areas away from loud noises. And it's usually either in someone's bed or as we're watching him that he pees.
I've paid $30 to speak to a cat behaviorist, I paid $60 to get him more toys and those pheromone collars and plugins that are supposed to help him calm down, and if anything he's gotten worse. I am now broke and fed up.
