Chester (or "Cheddar" as we call him) has been here for going on three weeks. He is an adoptee from the local humane society. The day we adopted him he was so incredibly social and tactile. But the very second we got home, he ran off, which I understand can be a normal reaction to the stress. However, since that day, I have gone to great lengths to make sure he starts to feel safe, welcome, and not stressed.
He has two litter boxes, large/nice ones, scooped twice daily, he has a lot of toys, I set up a kitty tower for him (which he uses, two of them actually), got him scratching posts and encouraged him to use them (he does). He gets a treat every night. Fed at the same time. Fresh food and water. I've even got two Feliway diffusers going for about the last week.
But Cheddar is getting more and more skiddish with each passing day. It's to a point now, where just entering the room and sitting down, he tears out from his hiding spot and shoots like a bullet into the basement (his place). It's a nice, carpeted area set up really just for him.
I just sat on my couch, which he should be getting used to by now, and he tore up from behind it, across an end table, knocked stuff all over, and ran (as if for his life) into the basement. It's getting to a point where he seems locked in some sort of pattern of skiddishness. I haven't attempted to pick him up in the three weeks he's been here because he is so standoffish. He would also rather not be approached, he comes to you when he wants to be petted. But for some reason, he always acts like you are "out to get him" anytime you move.
Any ideas? It seems borderline neurotic.
He has two litter boxes, large/nice ones, scooped twice daily, he has a lot of toys, I set up a kitty tower for him (which he uses, two of them actually), got him scratching posts and encouraged him to use them (he does). He gets a treat every night. Fed at the same time. Fresh food and water. I've even got two Feliway diffusers going for about the last week.
But Cheddar is getting more and more skiddish with each passing day. It's to a point now, where just entering the room and sitting down, he tears out from his hiding spot and shoots like a bullet into the basement (his place). It's a nice, carpeted area set up really just for him.
I just sat on my couch, which he should be getting used to by now, and he tore up from behind it, across an end table, knocked stuff all over, and ran (as if for his life) into the basement. It's getting to a point where he seems locked in some sort of pattern of skiddishness. I haven't attempted to pick him up in the three weeks he's been here because he is so standoffish. He would also rather not be approached, he comes to you when he wants to be petted. But for some reason, he always acts like you are "out to get him" anytime you move.
Any ideas? It seems borderline neurotic.