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Joking. She's not a plague kitty. But I joke that she is since I adopted her during this whole pandemic business.
She came to me named Abi, and I didn't mean to request to meet her, but here we are. In my heart I knew I was taking her home. And I did yesterday. I had been planning to adopt a cat for awhile, but the need during the quarantines had me step up my time line. I met Abi (aka Ivy, now) yesterday evening right before PetSmart closed. She was pushing to get out of her carrier before I even set it down and she was friendly enough, but much more interested in mapping the room. Fair enough. I looked at my roommate and we agreed. I was taking her home. We got her crated and got the essential supplies, plenty of food, litter boxes, food bowls, some cardboard scratchers, and of course some toys. I wish I'd gotten some Feliway.
Get her home and take her up to my room. Our place being how it is, we didn't want to put her in the laundry room or the bathroom because both are way too small for a litter box and a cat. So my room at was. I let her out, she explored, met my roommate and didn't cave. My roommate went to attend her own business and then Ivy and I were alone. She was friendly and curious, maybe a little tense, but way better than I was expecting. She had some food and drank some water, and she cried when I wasn't in the room, and later she used the litter box, no problem. Okay, I thought, this is going so well! She'll be a breeze of a first cat!
I was wrong.
She'd been wanting to get out of my room for about an hour before I turned off the light and tried to sleep. I of course, didn't let her out. All the advice I've read says to confine them to a room for a few days until they feel settled. Midnight rolled around and I finally let her out because she didn't wear herself out like I thought she would. She laid on my bed for only three minutes and then stuck both paws under the door to rattle the door on its hinges in a valiant effort to LEAVE. Well fine. The advice I've gotten is to let the cat set the pace. If she's confident, she's confident. So at 1 am I let her out, took down her kitty litter and filled up the litter box on the ground floor. I put her in the box, she sniffed it and jumped out. I brought down some of the things she'd been scent marking so she'd have some markers to tell her the place is hers. Did I mention this entire time she's meowing? She's not loud, but Lord bless her, she's TIRELESS.
I sit with her awhile, pet her, love on her a bit. She's wandering around, rubbing up on things, exploring. I go back upstairs. She goes up and down the stairs endlessly meowing the whole while. I catch her and put her back in her crate so she won't wake up my roommate. She sounds so pitiful I let her out. She goes down again, meowing. I try to influence her with catnip and this DOES NOT WORK in the slightest. I take her upstairs and put her back in the crate, and I am daydreaming about strangling her the whole while. I'm trying not to be angry, I knew this was coming, sort of. But the lack of sleep is making me vicious, which is normal for me, unfortunately. (No, I didn't hurt Ivy. I did stick her back in her crate where she continued to meow and beep pitifully until I let her out around 7:30 this morning.
She's been downstairs ever since, hiding under the loveseat. Her foster mom says she's just overwhelmed and to leave her be. When I call her, she'll come out and recieve pets. She's tried to scratch the furniture a few times, and I've clapped at her. I know she needs to scratch, but the cardboard scratchers I got her don't seem to do it for her. I dont know how to teach her to use them.
I need advice. HAve I screwed up here? Should I take her back upstairs or let her come out from under the loveseat on her own? She isn't terribly interested in playing, though I get some interested looks when I bring out the wand toy.
I like her. I'm a bit overwhelmed, and a little anxious, wondering, "What did I just get myself into?" but I want to make this work. If the problem isn't sorted soon though, I think I'll have to give her back to her foster mom and just swear off pets forever. (I tried adopting a dog and that was not good). Help me out here guys? I only have the internet to turn to.
Also, apologies if this is the wrong forum to submit this to, I figured this fell under cat behavior.
She came to me named Abi, and I didn't mean to request to meet her, but here we are. In my heart I knew I was taking her home. And I did yesterday. I had been planning to adopt a cat for awhile, but the need during the quarantines had me step up my time line. I met Abi (aka Ivy, now) yesterday evening right before PetSmart closed. She was pushing to get out of her carrier before I even set it down and she was friendly enough, but much more interested in mapping the room. Fair enough. I looked at my roommate and we agreed. I was taking her home. We got her crated and got the essential supplies, plenty of food, litter boxes, food bowls, some cardboard scratchers, and of course some toys. I wish I'd gotten some Feliway.
Get her home and take her up to my room. Our place being how it is, we didn't want to put her in the laundry room or the bathroom because both are way too small for a litter box and a cat. So my room at was. I let her out, she explored, met my roommate and didn't cave. My roommate went to attend her own business and then Ivy and I were alone. She was friendly and curious, maybe a little tense, but way better than I was expecting. She had some food and drank some water, and she cried when I wasn't in the room, and later she used the litter box, no problem. Okay, I thought, this is going so well! She'll be a breeze of a first cat!
I was wrong.
She'd been wanting to get out of my room for about an hour before I turned off the light and tried to sleep. I of course, didn't let her out. All the advice I've read says to confine them to a room for a few days until they feel settled. Midnight rolled around and I finally let her out because she didn't wear herself out like I thought she would. She laid on my bed for only three minutes and then stuck both paws under the door to rattle the door on its hinges in a valiant effort to LEAVE. Well fine. The advice I've gotten is to let the cat set the pace. If she's confident, she's confident. So at 1 am I let her out, took down her kitty litter and filled up the litter box on the ground floor. I put her in the box, she sniffed it and jumped out. I brought down some of the things she'd been scent marking so she'd have some markers to tell her the place is hers. Did I mention this entire time she's meowing? She's not loud, but Lord bless her, she's TIRELESS.
I sit with her awhile, pet her, love on her a bit. She's wandering around, rubbing up on things, exploring. I go back upstairs. She goes up and down the stairs endlessly meowing the whole while. I catch her and put her back in her crate so she won't wake up my roommate. She sounds so pitiful I let her out. She goes down again, meowing. I try to influence her with catnip and this DOES NOT WORK in the slightest. I take her upstairs and put her back in the crate, and I am daydreaming about strangling her the whole while. I'm trying not to be angry, I knew this was coming, sort of. But the lack of sleep is making me vicious, which is normal for me, unfortunately. (No, I didn't hurt Ivy. I did stick her back in her crate where she continued to meow and beep pitifully until I let her out around 7:30 this morning.
She's been downstairs ever since, hiding under the loveseat. Her foster mom says she's just overwhelmed and to leave her be. When I call her, she'll come out and recieve pets. She's tried to scratch the furniture a few times, and I've clapped at her. I know she needs to scratch, but the cardboard scratchers I got her don't seem to do it for her. I dont know how to teach her to use them.
I need advice. HAve I screwed up here? Should I take her back upstairs or let her come out from under the loveseat on her own? She isn't terribly interested in playing, though I get some interested looks when I bring out the wand toy.
I like her. I'm a bit overwhelmed, and a little anxious, wondering, "What did I just get myself into?" but I want to make this work. If the problem isn't sorted soon though, I think I'll have to give her back to her foster mom and just swear off pets forever. (I tried adopting a dog and that was not good). Help me out here guys? I only have the internet to turn to.
Also, apologies if this is the wrong forum to submit this to, I figured this fell under cat behavior.