RussellSue
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I caught little Puka about 6 years ago. She was living under a house with her kitten brothers. I also caught one of her brothers and he lives with us, too. They were about 10-12 weeks old when I caught them. Puka was covered in ticks, had diarrhea, wouldn't eat or drink, staggered and fell over when she walked and some of her brothers seemed to be trying to kill her. She seemed to be on her way out, either way.
I nursed her back to health and she has been an indoor cat ever since. Her brother, Danny, is skittish as any former wild cat might be. He hides from strange voices and sounds, etc.
Puka, however, is an absolute wreck. She was always afraid of people and sounds but I'm starting to realize how much happier she was when we didn't live in an apartment and she couldn't hear other people. She's going nuts, jumping a mile at every sound. She has taken up living inside of the hide-a-bed in our apartment and emerging only at night. She won't even come out at night to see us unless we are sitting down or better, yet, laying on the floor.
We have only been here a few days and I am trying to take that into account but she wasn't doing so hot in Portland, either - better than this but not so hot.
We are in the market for a rental closer to my husband's work and I'm going to make a solid effort to ensure that it's a single-family situation. I'm also going to Petsmart to get some more Feliway tomorrow as I think my plug in may be out.
I had a physical therapist who had a cat on anxiety meds. I keep asking myself if it's time to consider that even though I find the whole thing a little uncomfortable. Granted something to knock her out for the next move wouldn't bother either one of us, I am sure.
I just feel bad for her. This whole moving thing has taken a bigger toll on her than I had anticipated.
I nursed her back to health and she has been an indoor cat ever since. Her brother, Danny, is skittish as any former wild cat might be. He hides from strange voices and sounds, etc.
Puka, however, is an absolute wreck. She was always afraid of people and sounds but I'm starting to realize how much happier she was when we didn't live in an apartment and she couldn't hear other people. She's going nuts, jumping a mile at every sound. She has taken up living inside of the hide-a-bed in our apartment and emerging only at night. She won't even come out at night to see us unless we are sitting down or better, yet, laying on the floor.
We have only been here a few days and I am trying to take that into account but she wasn't doing so hot in Portland, either - better than this but not so hot.
We are in the market for a rental closer to my husband's work and I'm going to make a solid effort to ensure that it's a single-family situation. I'm also going to Petsmart to get some more Feliway tomorrow as I think my plug in may be out.
I had a physical therapist who had a cat on anxiety meds. I keep asking myself if it's time to consider that even though I find the whole thing a little uncomfortable. Granted something to knock her out for the next move wouldn't bother either one of us, I am sure.
I just feel bad for her. This whole moving thing has taken a bigger toll on her than I had anticipated.