catnapper
01-16-2015, 09:52 PM
Mikey is my special little boy, well not so little anymore - 18.5 pounds :eek: He makes me laugh like nothing else, is always my shadow, and I don't think my lap is ever empty when I'm home. He also sprays. Right in front of me.
We went to the vet and ruled out anything health-wise. We are doing everything we are supposed to do - clean litter boxes, a box (or two) in each room, Feliway Diffusers, Cat Attract litter, prescription food WITH stress medicine.
Its down to a stray hanging out in our yard. I have tried to convince the little tabby she (he?) can trust me, but it ain't buying my friendliness. It seems young, and I can only guess 6 months-ish.
We have been fighting each other for a week and half - he wants nothing to do with the pills. I finally figured out how to give them to him when we're not struggling too much. He is dopey and stoned looking. He sleeps and has little interest in anything else. Today was the first time that he was eager to go outside with Callie again (its a daily ritual whee he races to the door to be let out, he rolls on the ground, and eats grass, then we all go back in). I feel so bad for the boy. I can only hope his body gets used to the meds and he returns to his usual self - only stops the spraying. I'd also like to catch the little brown tabby who seems to have magical skills of disappearing into thin air.
We went to the vet and ruled out anything health-wise. We are doing everything we are supposed to do - clean litter boxes, a box (or two) in each room, Feliway Diffusers, Cat Attract litter, prescription food WITH stress medicine.
Its down to a stray hanging out in our yard. I have tried to convince the little tabby she (he?) can trust me, but it ain't buying my friendliness. It seems young, and I can only guess 6 months-ish.
We have been fighting each other for a week and half - he wants nothing to do with the pills. I finally figured out how to give them to him when we're not struggling too much. He is dopey and stoned looking. He sleeps and has little interest in anything else. Today was the first time that he was eager to go outside with Callie again (its a daily ritual whee he races to the door to be let out, he rolls on the ground, and eats grass, then we all go back in). I feel so bad for the boy. I can only hope his body gets used to the meds and he returns to his usual self - only stops the spraying. I'd also like to catch the little brown tabby who seems to have magical skills of disappearing into thin air.