I may try this, but I have wallpaper and I think command strips would damage it. I have absolutely crazy landlord who, even though the house is old and parts of wallpaper already damaged, will flip out if I mess anything up further. But it may be worth the repercussions until I am able to move
I went through days of watching videos of the cats from my cat from hell, and none of them unfortunately resembled Cc, even the aggressive ones. There was ONE little guy who was insane, and he was the closest that I found that was similar, but his attacks towards his owners were very much slow paced compared to Cc. They at least had time to get away. Medication really helped him, but there’s genuinely no way for me to give it to her. Trust me, I would love to have her on meds. Unless I held her down (which would trigger aggression)
I could try that. I’d have to take her back to the vet though and that’s...an ordeal. And then when we get home Lo gets aggressive for week(s). But at least her aggression is normal, and no attacking (Tuck and Lo have never attacked me, even during brawls) which makes Cc’s issues even more obvious
I mean that I would have to take her back to get another prescription. She only gave me a prescription of Prozac to last a month (liquid) and then I have the pill form but no refills. Since it takes so long to work, I’d really rather her be on something else like gabapentine but that’d require another vet visit. I used pretty much all the liquid to put on a plate to deter her from scratching the carpet, since it smells so strongly. Which was probably a waste, but I tried lemons too and she didn’t care about them. I just realized I think you have to have semi frequent vet visits on Prozac? Which I definitely couldn’t do
Man, this vet of yours knows what you are dealing with when it comes to CC, do they not? I wonder if they would make an exception just to get the ball rolling on getting her to take the meds. Ideally, if the meds were to work, taking her back to the vet later might not be quite as difficult.
Yeah they know. I tried to get a gabapentin prescription for Tuck a few days after he went to the vet over his ear, which caused him to have a urinary blockage (had to take him to the ER) and the vet there suggested he be put on gabapentin. So I call the vet and ask if I can go ahead and get a prescription, but they said no, that he’d have to come back in. Even though going in caused him to have the blockage in the first place. It’s all unfortunate
Your cat has brain damage, possibly from a birthing injury, possibly from lack of nutrition as a newborn. It happens, and it can't be fixed. I guarantee you, her misery is worse than yours, and perpetuating her misery is not loving her.Not feral, my grandmother bottle fed them when they were practically newborns and on the brink of death. She’s always been different, it’s just escalated
No, no, no. Read about declawing: excruciating pain, increased aggression, biting, limb defects, etc. Would you like your fingers amputated? Do your research.
Whoah! That is harsh. Obviously, OP loves CC.
Ask the vet specifically about CC and see if they have a different opinion - which they should. If they don't, if it were me, I would be tempted to take all of CC's records and a video of her behavior to another vet within another practice. I am sorry, but vets have the ability to make exceptions if they want. Your case warrants it. Make sure you talk directly to the vet and specifically about CC - it would also help to explain that you were unsuccessful in even trying to test out the meds with her because of the difficulty in getting her to take the meds. It's not like she needs blood tests done at this point to monitor the affect on her - she hasn't had enough of it for that to be a requirement at this juncture, which would be the only reason I can fathom for the vet wanting to see her before another prescription is written.
She’s not in misery all of the time. If she was, if she was all around a horrible cat, due to whatever it may be and I could she felt like her existence was miserable.... then I would do the humane thing, and give her peace. It’s not quite like that. She’s a lap cat. She loves love. She gets in super playful moods and even though I have to separate them because it usually turns into a fight, she’ll play with her toys by herself. It’s this bizarre aggressive attacks that flip the switch in an instant. Ironically, yesterday when I came home I was thinking about how good they’ve been, and hadn’t even pestered each other yesterday. She greeted me at the door when I came in and rolled over. All was well. They were completely normal. Then, Tuck diving through his tunnel to get his ball snowballed the whole thing. It was quick as lightening and I didn’t even have time to descalate the situation, or have any hints that it was coming. I’ve probably already said all that, I’m not sure, but that’s what’s hard. She’s a loving lap cat, when she’s not being a crazy psychopath.
I’m gonna go ahead and get some since I have the pills, and I’ll try it and see, but I truly don’t think she’s going to eat it either
and if by some complete miracle she did, and it actually stuck constantly and she didn’t stop eating it after a day or two, I can’t really do the frequent vet visits for Prozac. Not just because of the stress on everyone (when someone goes to the vet, Lo goes absolutely insane, as well as if I were to take her too for scent, it wouldn’t matter) but also the money it’s going to add up to, when I haven’t started my career yet. I just graduated college in December. I always have some allotted vet money for emergencies, and I’m absolutely terrified that Tuck will get blocked, and I won’t have money in my vet fund. I feel like I’m losing all the way around.
I’d have to do this with cheese, since she only eats dry cat food. And then maybe somehow sneak pieces of the pill on. I tried nutritional yeast too which is supposed to be like cat crack. Even tried a pill capsule per recommendation from someone here and since she chews up her food really well it didn’t work. Sigh. It’s so hard, and I’m really not in a good place mentally at all. My best friend is getting married next month, I’m a bridesmaid, and I’ve been having panic episodes over it because I’m going to have to be gone for 12ish hours. I’m worried about locking Tuck up for so long that it will stress him out and cause him to block, I’m worried about if I put Cc in a room by herself and let them have the rest of the house it will cause her to be more aggressive, I’m scared that the doors won’t hold and if they hit it to hard they’ll be able to get in... when I should be happy for my best friend, and excited for this event. It’s truly ruining my life. Sorry if that sounds dramatic. I’ve been trying to hold on to that tiny sliver of hope of when I get my own placeDon't sprinkle it on a whole serving. Just about a tbsp when she is really hungry. Then give her the rest of her meal. But if she won't, she won't. At least you try.
I don't know how much vet follow-up is required for Prozac, or even if Prozac is the solution. She may need an anti-psychotic, which Prozac is not.
You are not "losing". You have gone above and beyond for her, and it does sound like she has some good days. But man, when she has an episode, it is so severe.
My heart goes out to you, CC, Tuck and Lo!
I hear you on the finances, though....I am glad you have a vet ER fund, though. That is so important since they usually want the money up front. At least, IME.
Not sure if you read any of my previous posts, but I do understand that. But where is the point at which love becomes a danger instead of a safety net? I've experienced anger and disgust from vet staff at prolonging the life of my sweet boy cat. He was an owner surrender at the age of 14 because, after raising him from a kitten, his owners moved to a rental that did not accept cats. I took him because they were threatening to euthanize him. He became one of my great loves, and we were totally connected in heart and mind. He looked to me for care and protection, and I knew he would let me know when he was ready. Some people thought I was being cruel. After 3 years of watching him fail, one system at a time, and spending thousands of dollars for his care, at age 22-1/2, having exhausted all options, I had to make the awful decision to intervene and end his life in order to avoid the pain of a heart attack. As my vet reminded me, it was the last act of kindness I could do for him. So yes, I do understand what it means to love a cat.
I just want to mention that I can afford ongoing vet care, and that ongoing vet care has to be reserved for Tuck because of his disease. If this disease never popped up, I would be more able to explore using that money on Cc, for things that I’ve akready attempted. The vet herself suggested I don’t bring any of them in for even vaccines, because if the problems it causes. I would love to medicate her. I would love to not have a crazy landlord, I’m not even allowed to hang pictures on the wall. I tried s gate, and it didn’t work. I’m separating them as much as possible even though I’m going to have to pay for this carpet. If I had my own yard the catio would be an option, yet even if it’s removeble my landlord isn’t going to let me put one in the yard, especially since he mows the grass, plus it’s essentially one big cage, and she’d attract the neighborhood cats and be terrified and terrorized. Once I get the job I’ve been waiting on (if it hadn’t been for this pandemic) not only will I have more money for my vet fund, health insurance, I’ll have the ability to buy my own house where she can either have her own section of the house or I’ll fence in the yard. Then everyone’s life is safe. I’m desperately making it through every day so I can do that. It’s not that I’m purposely saying no I can’t do that. And I also at the same time get what you’re saying. I spent an hour this morning contemplating euthanasia. I’m afraid it’s not so black and white.
