Feb 14, 2009
Need Advice from you cat lovers, please!
This is Joey. I call him Joey the Killer Cat. He looks sweet, doesn't he? And he is sweet -- when he wants something (food, treats, a good chin scratch). After we had to put our beloved dog, Lucy, to sleep I chose to get a cat from our local animal shelter. I have always loved cats, but the kids and husband always wanted dogs, so I was out-voted. Once the kids and the dogs were gone, I got myself a cat. I couldn't wait to have that furry body cuddled up in my lap, purring away, happy to be petted, happy just to be... the way cats do. Joey came to us when he was eight weeks old and I was so happy to have a cat back in the house! Joey doesn't like me. I don't know why. Not a clue. It's not just that cat-standoffish-way -- he literally attacks me. Right now I have four long bloody scratches down the side of my leg. Joey snuck up on me while I was answering the door for a package delivery, wrapped himself around my ankle and scratched away. A few weeks ago, I walked by the door of our laundry room and Joey jumped out and grabbed me -- to the point where it tore a hole in my jeans and bloodied my leg. I swear, I have done nothing but try to love this cat. This is not an abused cat, this is not a mis-treated cat. Joey prefers to be outside hunting (and he is an incredible hunter -- dead mice, moles, and rabbits are constantly lined up for exhibit on our back deck, sometimes three and four at a time!). Because we have extensive woods behind our house, Joey is outside more than he is in. He is free to go in and out as he pleases. Joey also attacks Mr. B. Admittedly, Mr. B is the typical three year old and might push Joey a bit too far. But other times, Mr. B is doing nothing more than walking down the driveway, and Joey will ambush him -- jump up as high as Mr. B's belly and push him over or leave hefty scratch marks in trying to do so. The attacks have gone from one every month or so, to almost daily. Sometimes I can tell it's coming because his pupils get giant and black, and his tail twitches just so. But other times, he lays in wait under furniture or around corners, and I don't know I'm about to be attacked. It's making me jumpy, to be honest. So what do I do? I have never, ever not had a pet that wasn't with us until it passed from old age. But Joey's attacks are getting more and more serious and causing injuries to both Mr. B and I. I know there are a lot of cat lovers out there -- has anyone ever experienced anything like this? Cat lovers - I know you're out there (and I'm one of you!) -- anyone have any advice?? I'm considering bringing Joey back to the shelter (this makes me very sad), but want to know if there are any alternatives I can try first.