I apologise in advance, but it is a long story. But I need to get this out of my system, and I need advice.
I'm from Singapore, and for about a year, I've been feeding and caring for stray cats in our neighbourhood. The stray cats in Singapore are usually sociable with humans, especially with people who feed them. We don't really have cats that are truly feral. One of them whom I call Crooktail is really affectionate and touched my heart. She doesn't like other cats, and lives by herself in the bushes along my way to and from work. Whenever my mum and I pass by, she'd jump out of the bushes, meow happily and run to us.
Here is a video of her doing it.
She'd also sit on my lap on one of the nearby benches. I caught her to take her to the vet for sterilisation and post-surgery boarding, and I thought she'd hate me for that, but we were quickly good friends again. Very recently, it's been the rainy season, and when my mum and I went to feed her, there was a huge downpour. All 3 of us took shelter in the covered area near her bush, and she spent about 2 hours taking turns to sit on our laps.
Look at that face. She's an absolute sweetie.
I think that was what made up my mind to bring her home. I spent weeks making preparations, installed screens on our windows so she can't jump out, bought scratch posts, toys, made appointment with the vet etc.
I live in a small apartment in a high-rise building. Most people in Singapore do. If I adopt her, she must strictly be an indoor cat. I think that's where the problem lies.
Last Saturday, I caught her and brought her to the vet for de-worming, flea removal and a blood test. Vet wasn't sure what her actual age was, but he figured that she's about 5 years old. Which means she might have been living in the outdoors for about that amount of time.
I brought her home, and she adapted remarkably well in the first couple of days. I confined her in our toilet with her litterbox, food, water, scratch posts and stuff. She learnt to use the litterbox and there's been no "accidents". I originally expected to have to confine her for a week, but as she was so well-behaved, by Sunday, she's been having free access to practically all of our house.
She seemed happy enough at first. She played, she ate, she let us pet her and pick her up, she uses the toys and cat cave I give her, she rolls at my feet, she makes satisfied faces like this...
Then from 2 days ago, I think it might have finally occurred to her that this was no temporary arrangement. And she started to behave in a standoffish manner and would bat at us when we try to pet her. She still does her leg rubs sometimes, and will lie around and blink at us. Sometimes she'll come and sit in the same room with me, or lie on my bed (not with me. She did come sleep beside me during her 2nd night, but not anymore) but on the whole, I get the feeling that she is grouchy. She is not the affectionate cheerful cat who runs to me in the mornings for food. She doesn't like to play as much (will try to remedy this by getting more toys and catnip spray) and when she does, she seems... frighteningly aggressive, like she has a lot of pent-up frustration. And I don't know what to do. I want to comfort her, but I think I'm irritating her more when I try to play with her or pet her.
I understand that this change in environment is very drastic and stressful for her. She used to have a very wide area to roam in the open. She had birds, rats, frogs to chase. She had tall trees to climb. And now she's just in this sterile little space with very alien furniture. Even when I play with her, there is very limited space for her to run. A friend of mine adopted a stray male cat. She's one of the minority who lives in a large 3-storey house with a garden. She tried to keep the cat indoors and he didn't take it well and peed everywhere, so she is now resigned to letting him roam the garden and beyond as an indoor/outdoor cat. Sadly I don't even have that option. Comparatively, Crooktail has been very civil, and I should be grateful for that and give her more time.
I probably wouldn't be having 2nd thoughts about the adoption if not for the following:
I have always been a worrywart, and have mild anxiety. And since adopting her, I have been extremely stressed and might have developed full-blown anxiety. I have been unable to concentrate on my work or the things I used to enjoy. I've lost my appetite. My mind runs wild with worries. I'm not one who cries easily, but I have just been breaking out into tears at random times of the day. It is ironic, that back when she was an outdoor cat, I didn't worry for her even half as much, except for when the rain was really heavy or on the rare occasions when she didn't turn up for her meal.
I observed, from her stools, that she might have the beginnings of constipation. Her stools are mostly large, solid and easy to pick up, but there are also a few small round pieces. I'm trying to get her on wet food. When she was living outdoors, she eats everything I offer in one go, and sometimes wants 2nd helpings. We feed kibble to stray cats predominantly but once in a while, I'll give wet food as a treat. Everything I feed her at home is stuff that she has eaten and liked when she was outdoors. Since she started living in my house, she only eats kibble, and mostly ignores wet food, at most licking, or taking a couple of bites. She also does not down her food as heartily as before, taking the whole day to slowly finish her share of kibble for the day. I might get a pet fountain to try to entice her to drink water but I fear it will not be effective. The fact that she might get constipated is worrying me endlessly. I know it might sound heartless, but if she lived outdoors, I wouldn't be checking her stools everyday, I wouldn't be fretting when her stools aren't perfect, I would be blissfully unaware.
The blood test at the vet revealed that she is mostly in normal health, but her ALT values are slightly higher than normal at 186. He prescribed 3 weeks of Zentonil and asked that I bring her back for a follow-up appointment and do another test. First of all, i have not been able to feed the medicine to Crooktail. She will not eat it even when I try to disguise it with food. I am planning to get a pill masker to mask the taste of the medicine, but I'll have to order that online so that'll take a few days. Secondly, I feel that it will not be possible for me to take her to the vet within such a short period of time without upsetting her.
I know that pet ownership is a huge commitment, and visits to the vet and the relevant fees are to be expected. But sometimes, you really only truly understand the consequences when you have a personal encounter with it, like in this case. The vet's recommendation of a follow-up visit got me thinking: What if she has an illness that requires constant medication and vet visit? I may not be able to afford the money, time and energy to take her. My own parents are elderly, and I figure that years down the road, I'll become their main caregiver. Will I be able to spare the effort for Crooktail when she too becomes old and ill?
Another issue is, I have now been sleeping later and waking up earlier than before due to the new chores of litterbox cleaning, sorting out her meals for the next day, trying to get Crooktail to eat and play. I am too tired to do the other things I enjoy, and I have neglected feeding the other stray cats, which I feel terribly guilty about.
I have given a lot of selfish reasons, but I'd have tolerated it all if Crooktail was happier with her new house. If Crooktail is unhappy, I find it quite meaningless to put both of us through all this misery. My mum has been positive about all this, bless her. She keeps saying to give Crooktail more time to adapt. And I'd love to do that, but I fear that eventually if it doesn't work out and I really have to put her back, it would be too late and another cat would have staked claim on her territory.
If I put her back, I'd continue to feed her and set out water for her everyday. The environment here honestly isn't bad for stray cats compared to other countries. Aside from the occasional python and cat hater, weather conditions aren't harsh, no danger of traffic accidents as there's no traffic/cars near my neighbourhood. Many stray cats get to live till quite old, and even if they don't live as long as pet cats, at least they have freedom and enjoyment of the outdoors. Even local animal welfare groups recommend leaving stray cats where they are (why didn't I listen to them?) Yes, you can see, I'm trying to justify my possible decision of putting her back, but I'd really hate to do this as I would feel like I failed her. It would break my heart to think that she could have slept in the warm cat cave I got her, but because of my weakness, she has to sleep out there in the bushes while it pours. I don't know what to do. I never expected to feel miserable when I adopt her, but I do now. I'm supposed to be working now, but I'm just crying while typing all this up. I feel like it may be kinder on both of us to let go now? Please tell me what you'd do if you're in my shoes.
I'm from Singapore, and for about a year, I've been feeding and caring for stray cats in our neighbourhood. The stray cats in Singapore are usually sociable with humans, especially with people who feed them. We don't really have cats that are truly feral. One of them whom I call Crooktail is really affectionate and touched my heart. She doesn't like other cats, and lives by herself in the bushes along my way to and from work. Whenever my mum and I pass by, she'd jump out of the bushes, meow happily and run to us.
Here is a video of her doing it.
She'd also sit on my lap on one of the nearby benches. I caught her to take her to the vet for sterilisation and post-surgery boarding, and I thought she'd hate me for that, but we were quickly good friends again. Very recently, it's been the rainy season, and when my mum and I went to feed her, there was a huge downpour. All 3 of us took shelter in the covered area near her bush, and she spent about 2 hours taking turns to sit on our laps.
Look at that face. She's an absolute sweetie.
I think that was what made up my mind to bring her home. I spent weeks making preparations, installed screens on our windows so she can't jump out, bought scratch posts, toys, made appointment with the vet etc.
I live in a small apartment in a high-rise building. Most people in Singapore do. If I adopt her, she must strictly be an indoor cat. I think that's where the problem lies.
Last Saturday, I caught her and brought her to the vet for de-worming, flea removal and a blood test. Vet wasn't sure what her actual age was, but he figured that she's about 5 years old. Which means she might have been living in the outdoors for about that amount of time.
I brought her home, and she adapted remarkably well in the first couple of days. I confined her in our toilet with her litterbox, food, water, scratch posts and stuff. She learnt to use the litterbox and there's been no "accidents". I originally expected to have to confine her for a week, but as she was so well-behaved, by Sunday, she's been having free access to practically all of our house.
She seemed happy enough at first. She played, she ate, she let us pet her and pick her up, she uses the toys and cat cave I give her, she rolls at my feet, she makes satisfied faces like this...
Then from 2 days ago, I think it might have finally occurred to her that this was no temporary arrangement. And she started to behave in a standoffish manner and would bat at us when we try to pet her. She still does her leg rubs sometimes, and will lie around and blink at us. Sometimes she'll come and sit in the same room with me, or lie on my bed (not with me. She did come sleep beside me during her 2nd night, but not anymore) but on the whole, I get the feeling that she is grouchy. She is not the affectionate cheerful cat who runs to me in the mornings for food. She doesn't like to play as much (will try to remedy this by getting more toys and catnip spray) and when she does, she seems... frighteningly aggressive, like she has a lot of pent-up frustration. And I don't know what to do. I want to comfort her, but I think I'm irritating her more when I try to play with her or pet her.
I understand that this change in environment is very drastic and stressful for her. She used to have a very wide area to roam in the open. She had birds, rats, frogs to chase. She had tall trees to climb. And now she's just in this sterile little space with very alien furniture. Even when I play with her, there is very limited space for her to run. A friend of mine adopted a stray male cat. She's one of the minority who lives in a large 3-storey house with a garden. She tried to keep the cat indoors and he didn't take it well and peed everywhere, so she is now resigned to letting him roam the garden and beyond as an indoor/outdoor cat. Sadly I don't even have that option. Comparatively, Crooktail has been very civil, and I should be grateful for that and give her more time.
I probably wouldn't be having 2nd thoughts about the adoption if not for the following:
I have always been a worrywart, and have mild anxiety. And since adopting her, I have been extremely stressed and might have developed full-blown anxiety. I have been unable to concentrate on my work or the things I used to enjoy. I've lost my appetite. My mind runs wild with worries. I'm not one who cries easily, but I have just been breaking out into tears at random times of the day. It is ironic, that back when she was an outdoor cat, I didn't worry for her even half as much, except for when the rain was really heavy or on the rare occasions when she didn't turn up for her meal.
I observed, from her stools, that she might have the beginnings of constipation. Her stools are mostly large, solid and easy to pick up, but there are also a few small round pieces. I'm trying to get her on wet food. When she was living outdoors, she eats everything I offer in one go, and sometimes wants 2nd helpings. We feed kibble to stray cats predominantly but once in a while, I'll give wet food as a treat. Everything I feed her at home is stuff that she has eaten and liked when she was outdoors. Since she started living in my house, she only eats kibble, and mostly ignores wet food, at most licking, or taking a couple of bites. She also does not down her food as heartily as before, taking the whole day to slowly finish her share of kibble for the day. I might get a pet fountain to try to entice her to drink water but I fear it will not be effective. The fact that she might get constipated is worrying me endlessly. I know it might sound heartless, but if she lived outdoors, I wouldn't be checking her stools everyday, I wouldn't be fretting when her stools aren't perfect, I would be blissfully unaware.
The blood test at the vet revealed that she is mostly in normal health, but her ALT values are slightly higher than normal at 186. He prescribed 3 weeks of Zentonil and asked that I bring her back for a follow-up appointment and do another test. First of all, i have not been able to feed the medicine to Crooktail. She will not eat it even when I try to disguise it with food. I am planning to get a pill masker to mask the taste of the medicine, but I'll have to order that online so that'll take a few days. Secondly, I feel that it will not be possible for me to take her to the vet within such a short period of time without upsetting her.
I know that pet ownership is a huge commitment, and visits to the vet and the relevant fees are to be expected. But sometimes, you really only truly understand the consequences when you have a personal encounter with it, like in this case. The vet's recommendation of a follow-up visit got me thinking: What if she has an illness that requires constant medication and vet visit? I may not be able to afford the money, time and energy to take her. My own parents are elderly, and I figure that years down the road, I'll become their main caregiver. Will I be able to spare the effort for Crooktail when she too becomes old and ill?
Another issue is, I have now been sleeping later and waking up earlier than before due to the new chores of litterbox cleaning, sorting out her meals for the next day, trying to get Crooktail to eat and play. I am too tired to do the other things I enjoy, and I have neglected feeding the other stray cats, which I feel terribly guilty about.
I have given a lot of selfish reasons, but I'd have tolerated it all if Crooktail was happier with her new house. If Crooktail is unhappy, I find it quite meaningless to put both of us through all this misery. My mum has been positive about all this, bless her. She keeps saying to give Crooktail more time to adapt. And I'd love to do that, but I fear that eventually if it doesn't work out and I really have to put her back, it would be too late and another cat would have staked claim on her territory.
If I put her back, I'd continue to feed her and set out water for her everyday. The environment here honestly isn't bad for stray cats compared to other countries. Aside from the occasional python and cat hater, weather conditions aren't harsh, no danger of traffic accidents as there's no traffic/cars near my neighbourhood. Many stray cats get to live till quite old, and even if they don't live as long as pet cats, at least they have freedom and enjoyment of the outdoors. Even local animal welfare groups recommend leaving stray cats where they are (why didn't I listen to them?) Yes, you can see, I'm trying to justify my possible decision of putting her back, but I'd really hate to do this as I would feel like I failed her. It would break my heart to think that she could have slept in the warm cat cave I got her, but because of my weakness, she has to sleep out there in the bushes while it pours. I don't know what to do. I never expected to feel miserable when I adopt her, but I do now. I'm supposed to be working now, but I'm just crying while typing all this up. I feel like it may be kinder on both of us to let go now? Please tell me what you'd do if you're in my shoes.