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Sorry this is so long, but it's faster just to give all the info right now.
I need some help. Claws (I shall call him that as I have band-aids on my arm this morning) is a really sweet cat when everything is going his way. He loves to be picked up (when he feels like it), petted, sits on my lap, and plays fetch like nobody's business. He's a super high energy cat, and can play with his toys for 3+ hours a day. He's a year and a half old and my boyfriend got him at the beginning of February, but Claws ended up moving into my apartment about a month ago. He loves the wood floors and staircase and is generally much happier here. He was sick and I had to wrestle meds into him, and my boyfriend had never had a cat so I just kept him to administer eye ointment and amoxicillin. During this whole time, he was really sweet and never bit. But suddenly it started...
When I do something he doesn't like, he BITES. Nipping, I was able to deal with, though I discouraged it by gently pushing my palm towards his face and he'd back off. If I move him off my laptop (he likes to sit on it because I believe he's jealous of it), he chomps at my hands. If I move him off my pillow, he chomps at them again. I live in a studio, and if he's trying to wake me up and I push him away, he bites my hands. We reached a new rough patch last night where I had to wipe eye goop off of his face, he flailed crazily and tried to tear my arm to pieces. Eventually I realized if I gently wipe his face and scratch his ears with the tissue before going near the eyes, then he'll let me wipe his eye goop out.
Then I made a serious mistake. I should have realized he was still worked up from the unsuccessful attempts at eye wiping. He was happy and wanted to play, but it was time for bed. I scooped him up and he tried to bite me, so I just placed him on the bed since it was only a couple feet away. The pupils were crazy, the ears were back, the tail was swatting, and he tried to latch on and bite me. So I did the palm thing because I could tell he was getting ready to attack and the odds were good he'd bite me even if I tried to get up and leave. It worked...for a second, until he leapt at my arm and bit and tore until I was bleeding. I did get him off the bed, and then when I was washing out my wounds in the bathroom, he was at the door, chirping and begging me to play with him like nothing had just happened. His Foster mom did tell us he got way too rough with kittens and she'd have to break things up, so I don't know how much of this was anger and how much was too much energy and wanting to play (but those eyes and ears looked pretty pissed).
If I can't pick him up at certain times, it's fine, I'll deal. But when it comes down to it, I can't have a cat that loses it and attacks me at any point. It's not good for me, and I'm afraid I might fling him in shock and pain and would never want to hurt him. I have to clip his claws tonight and am feeling pretty terrified, which I'm sure he'll pick up on and that will make things worse. His eyes are drippy every day and need to be wiped. Once in awhile I'm going to have to stuff him in a cat carrier. I have the option of sending him back to my boyfriend, but we plan to move in together and I want to fix this problem rather than temporarily sending Claws back to an apartment where he isn't happy anyway. I really love him so I want to work it out. My boyfriend gives me no help and tells me I "need to be more dominant" and I could really use some moral support and help. I've had cats my whole life and it's never been like this. I'm honestly feeling embarrassed that I can't handle an 8 lb cat.
Please give me any advice you have!
I need some help. Claws (I shall call him that as I have band-aids on my arm this morning) is a really sweet cat when everything is going his way. He loves to be picked up (when he feels like it), petted, sits on my lap, and plays fetch like nobody's business. He's a super high energy cat, and can play with his toys for 3+ hours a day. He's a year and a half old and my boyfriend got him at the beginning of February, but Claws ended up moving into my apartment about a month ago. He loves the wood floors and staircase and is generally much happier here. He was sick and I had to wrestle meds into him, and my boyfriend had never had a cat so I just kept him to administer eye ointment and amoxicillin. During this whole time, he was really sweet and never bit. But suddenly it started...
When I do something he doesn't like, he BITES. Nipping, I was able to deal with, though I discouraged it by gently pushing my palm towards his face and he'd back off. If I move him off my laptop (he likes to sit on it because I believe he's jealous of it), he chomps at my hands. If I move him off my pillow, he chomps at them again. I live in a studio, and if he's trying to wake me up and I push him away, he bites my hands. We reached a new rough patch last night where I had to wipe eye goop off of his face, he flailed crazily and tried to tear my arm to pieces. Eventually I realized if I gently wipe his face and scratch his ears with the tissue before going near the eyes, then he'll let me wipe his eye goop out.
Then I made a serious mistake. I should have realized he was still worked up from the unsuccessful attempts at eye wiping. He was happy and wanted to play, but it was time for bed. I scooped him up and he tried to bite me, so I just placed him on the bed since it was only a couple feet away. The pupils were crazy, the ears were back, the tail was swatting, and he tried to latch on and bite me. So I did the palm thing because I could tell he was getting ready to attack and the odds were good he'd bite me even if I tried to get up and leave. It worked...for a second, until he leapt at my arm and bit and tore until I was bleeding. I did get him off the bed, and then when I was washing out my wounds in the bathroom, he was at the door, chirping and begging me to play with him like nothing had just happened. His Foster mom did tell us he got way too rough with kittens and she'd have to break things up, so I don't know how much of this was anger and how much was too much energy and wanting to play (but those eyes and ears looked pretty pissed).
If I can't pick him up at certain times, it's fine, I'll deal. But when it comes down to it, I can't have a cat that loses it and attacks me at any point. It's not good for me, and I'm afraid I might fling him in shock and pain and would never want to hurt him. I have to clip his claws tonight and am feeling pretty terrified, which I'm sure he'll pick up on and that will make things worse. His eyes are drippy every day and need to be wiped. Once in awhile I'm going to have to stuff him in a cat carrier. I have the option of sending him back to my boyfriend, but we plan to move in together and I want to fix this problem rather than temporarily sending Claws back to an apartment where he isn't happy anyway. I really love him so I want to work it out. My boyfriend gives me no help and tells me I "need to be more dominant" and I could really use some moral support and help. I've had cats my whole life and it's never been like this. I'm honestly feeling embarrassed that I can't handle an 8 lb cat.
Please give me any advice you have!