...I'm pretty swamped with school work right now, and while I have 2 posts under construction, they have to take the back seat for a couple of days.
All in all, we've had some good, some same-old same-old, and some not so good kitty stuff go on in the last little bit - nothing really earth shattering. More details after I finish some homework.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Non-Pee Related Post
So, after all the pee-related frustrations, I realized that I haven't posted much about how things are going on the re-introduction front. Here goes:
Big Acoustic Kitty is really throwing a wrench into things by insisting on spending so much time downstairs. He wants to eat downstairs most mornings, which means that Little Grey Kitty either eats in the studio by himself or out in the hallway by himself. Which, I'm afraid, has just reinforced his notion that the upstairs belongs to him. He and BYHM are still sniffing noses through the gate, but he's gone backwards in his tolerance of BAK. BAK has come up the stairs a few times and LGK makes it known that he really wants him to go away. No hissing or growling, but some mild lunging and paw waving and generally "not happy" body language.
So, all in all ... we're not making any progress yet. (I went back and put "yet" in. I'm trying to stay hopeful.)
Big Acoustic Kitty is really throwing a wrench into things by insisting on spending so much time downstairs. He wants to eat downstairs most mornings, which means that Little Grey Kitty either eats in the studio by himself or out in the hallway by himself. Which, I'm afraid, has just reinforced his notion that the upstairs belongs to him. He and BYHM are still sniffing noses through the gate, but he's gone backwards in his tolerance of BAK. BAK has come up the stairs a few times and LGK makes it known that he really wants him to go away. No hissing or growling, but some mild lunging and paw waving and generally "not happy" body language.
So, all in all ... we're not making any progress yet. (I went back and put "yet" in. I'm trying to stay hopeful.)
Friday, October 22, 2010
More Frustration.
Today is Bagel Day (aka "payday"), so the Amazing Husbandini and I left the house early to go out for breakfast. After breakfast I lingered at the library and then wandered around Hobby Lobby for a while going, "I know I came in here for something, now what the hell was it?!" (An eraser for my design class, turned out.) Finally I headed home, unloaded all my stuff and went inside to see the kitties and indulge in a chapter or two of one of my new books before I had to get cracking on homework.
I sat down on the couch and got through about half a paragraph before I said to myself, "Self, why is our butt wet?"
Oh, joy ... somebody peed on the couch! (As an aside, I've had many reasons to regret buying this particular couch over the past 3 years, but I now have another one - the oft-touted non-absorbency of microfiber is a load of hooey.)
Who did it? Well, there's no way to know for sure. I strongly suspect Big Acoustic Kitty, since the couch has been his perch of choice since his recent re-discovery of the downstairs. However, it could have been either Big Yellow Hallway Monster or Electric Mayhem. (But my money is on BAK.)
Why did they do it? Again, there's no way to know for sure. In the past, inappropriate peeing of this nature has been due to BAK getting a little too much insulin. However, since he's currently off insulin, that can't be the case. Old age? Possible. BYHM or EM keeping him from the litter box? Possible ... and considering how much of an alpha pain in the ass BYHM has been lately, that's pretty much my guess.
So now what? I can't leave the house unless everyone is separated? Well, I guess so ... or at least I can't leave for more than a quick trip to the store unless BAK is upstairs.
And don't get me started about the couch. I've wiped it down with water and sprayed the beejeezus out of it with Nature's Miracle, but it's one of those poofy, over-stuffed recliner couches - I don't know how well it's going to clean up. Which means we'll be shopping for some new furniture, I guess. You know, we had come to the realization that the furniture in the family room is too big for the room, but this is not the way we wanted to fix the situation.
I'm starting to think seriously about running away from home.
3:20 p.m. addendum: It's now a couple of hours after the fact, and I've thought about it some more. This morning when I came downstairs, I noticed a distinct urine odor at the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed the StinkMaster 5000 and flashed it around, but nothing "came to light", as it were. I finally decided that someone had recently used the litterbox downstairs and that was the smell. However, I didn't sit on or otherwise examine the couch. It's possible that the couch-puddle occurred sometime after we took BAK up to bed last night. (I was sitting in that spot right before we took him up to bed ... and I know I'm not the one who did it.) So I'm not ruling out EM and BYHM after all.
And, I've found some super-cute 1930's-era armchairs on Craigslist that just need a little reupholstering ...
I sat down on the couch and got through about half a paragraph before I said to myself, "Self, why is our butt wet?"
Oh, joy ... somebody peed on the couch! (As an aside, I've had many reasons to regret buying this particular couch over the past 3 years, but I now have another one - the oft-touted non-absorbency of microfiber is a load of hooey.)
Who did it? Well, there's no way to know for sure. I strongly suspect Big Acoustic Kitty, since the couch has been his perch of choice since his recent re-discovery of the downstairs. However, it could have been either Big Yellow Hallway Monster or Electric Mayhem. (But my money is on BAK.)
Why did they do it? Again, there's no way to know for sure. In the past, inappropriate peeing of this nature has been due to BAK getting a little too much insulin. However, since he's currently off insulin, that can't be the case. Old age? Possible. BYHM or EM keeping him from the litter box? Possible ... and considering how much of an alpha pain in the ass BYHM has been lately, that's pretty much my guess.
So now what? I can't leave the house unless everyone is separated? Well, I guess so ... or at least I can't leave for more than a quick trip to the store unless BAK is upstairs.
And don't get me started about the couch. I've wiped it down with water and sprayed the beejeezus out of it with Nature's Miracle, but it's one of those poofy, over-stuffed recliner couches - I don't know how well it's going to clean up. Which means we'll be shopping for some new furniture, I guess. You know, we had come to the realization that the furniture in the family room is too big for the room, but this is not the way we wanted to fix the situation.
I'm starting to think seriously about running away from home.
3:20 p.m. addendum: It's now a couple of hours after the fact, and I've thought about it some more. This morning when I came downstairs, I noticed a distinct urine odor at the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed the StinkMaster 5000 and flashed it around, but nothing "came to light", as it were. I finally decided that someone had recently used the litterbox downstairs and that was the smell. However, I didn't sit on or otherwise examine the couch. It's possible that the couch-puddle occurred sometime after we took BAK up to bed last night. (I was sitting in that spot right before we took him up to bed ... and I know I'm not the one who did it.) So I'm not ruling out EM and BYHM after all.
And, I've found some super-cute 1930's-era armchairs on Craigslist that just need a little reupholstering ...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Frustration
Maybe I should not be quite as upset about this as I am, but ... well, I am.
Yesterday (or maybe it was the day before - things have been busy here lately) I discovered that Little Grey Kitteh had peed all over a pile of papers in the studio. This morning, I discovered that the corner behind the door where he likes to hang out also smells of urine. Now granted, both of these spots were discovered well after the event in question ... both spots were long dry and the smell was only evident after I happened to move some things around and got closer to the source. The spot by the door was actually underneath some other stuff, so I know it's been there for a while. And the spot by the door I could sort of understand - all the pee was at the base of this bookcase that had come up from the basement. If some of the basement smells had come with it, that would explain some of the peeing.
I've cleaned up both places really well and will be keeping a better eye on LGK from now on. I just wish I knew what had triggered it. Did Big Yellow Hallway Monster hang out on the other side of the door and make LGK upset? Was LGK not feeling well one day? Was he just annoyed that I'd left him or shut him back up in the room one day? Did it happen during nicer weather when the windows were open and something outside upset him?
And honestly, I can't be 100% sure that LGK was the one who did it. (Though that's my guess.) The bookcase was there before the studio became LGK's home, so it could have been BYHM. The paper I'm pretty sure was LGK's mess, though.
So ... Amitriptylene (usually prescribed by vets for the treatment of "inappropriate urination") for everybody this morning. I'd been slacking off in giving it to LGK, but that was obviously a mistake. Luckily, LGK and BYHM are much better about taking their medicine than Big Acoustic Kitty is about taking his. They don't like it, but there's none of this "run and hide and pee on people and then run around foaming at the mouth and drooling all over everything" like BAK does.
In other news, "outings" upstairs have become a daily event for LGK, but I think we need to really rev up the re-introductions. There have been a number of mutual nose sniffing sessions through the baby gate at the top of the stairs, and overall they've gone pretty well, but I'm a little worried that LGK is starting to view the entire upstairs as his territory. And if BAK starts feeling worse again and not spending so much time downstairs, that could become a real problem. But, since the Amazing Husbandini is down with a nasty cold and I'm starting to feel that cold-heralding tickle at the back of my throat, too ... well, we'll just see what happens, I guess.
Yesterday (or maybe it was the day before - things have been busy here lately) I discovered that Little Grey Kitteh had peed all over a pile of papers in the studio. This morning, I discovered that the corner behind the door where he likes to hang out also smells of urine. Now granted, both of these spots were discovered well after the event in question ... both spots were long dry and the smell was only evident after I happened to move some things around and got closer to the source. The spot by the door was actually underneath some other stuff, so I know it's been there for a while. And the spot by the door I could sort of understand - all the pee was at the base of this bookcase that had come up from the basement. If some of the basement smells had come with it, that would explain some of the peeing.
I've cleaned up both places really well and will be keeping a better eye on LGK from now on. I just wish I knew what had triggered it. Did Big Yellow Hallway Monster hang out on the other side of the door and make LGK upset? Was LGK not feeling well one day? Was he just annoyed that I'd left him or shut him back up in the room one day? Did it happen during nicer weather when the windows were open and something outside upset him?
And honestly, I can't be 100% sure that LGK was the one who did it. (Though that's my guess.) The bookcase was there before the studio became LGK's home, so it could have been BYHM. The paper I'm pretty sure was LGK's mess, though.
So ... Amitriptylene (usually prescribed by vets for the treatment of "inappropriate urination") for everybody this morning. I'd been slacking off in giving it to LGK, but that was obviously a mistake. Luckily, LGK and BYHM are much better about taking their medicine than Big Acoustic Kitty is about taking his. They don't like it, but there's none of this "run and hide and pee on people and then run around foaming at the mouth and drooling all over everything" like BAK does.
In other news, "outings" upstairs have become a daily event for LGK, but I think we need to really rev up the re-introductions. There have been a number of mutual nose sniffing sessions through the baby gate at the top of the stairs, and overall they've gone pretty well, but I'm a little worried that LGK is starting to view the entire upstairs as his territory. And if BAK starts feeling worse again and not spending so much time downstairs, that could become a real problem. But, since the Amazing Husbandini is down with a nasty cold and I'm starting to feel that cold-heralding tickle at the back of my throat, too ... well, we'll just see what happens, I guess.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
10.14.10
*knock wood* Yesterday and today have gone pretty well.
Little Grey Kitteh had not one, but two outings yesterday ... he got harnessed up and let out of the studio to wander around the upstairs a bit. The first time went unnoticed by the other three kitties, but the second, pre-bedtime outing did get the attention of Big Yellow Hallway Monster and Electric Mayhem. But, while LGK and EM didn't get nose-to-nose through the baby gate, they didn't show any hostility, either. And BYHM and LGK did get nose-to-nose through the gate, but also showed no hostility. So, good news there.
However, right after LGK wandered off from the mutual-nose sniffing session, he did start to act a little weirded out and went right back into the studio when I called him. Short and positive sessions ... that's what we're after.
BYHM had his first dose of non-ear-goo Amitriptylene this morning ... he wasn't happy. But at least he doesn't drool it all over the house like Big Acoustic Kitty does with his steroid meds.
Little Grey Kitteh had not one, but two outings yesterday ... he got harnessed up and let out of the studio to wander around the upstairs a bit. The first time went unnoticed by the other three kitties, but the second, pre-bedtime outing did get the attention of Big Yellow Hallway Monster and Electric Mayhem. But, while LGK and EM didn't get nose-to-nose through the baby gate, they didn't show any hostility, either. And BYHM and LGK did get nose-to-nose through the gate, but also showed no hostility. So, good news there.
However, right after LGK wandered off from the mutual-nose sniffing session, he did start to act a little weirded out and went right back into the studio when I called him. Short and positive sessions ... that's what we're after.
BYHM had his first dose of non-ear-goo Amitriptylene this morning ... he wasn't happy. But at least he doesn't drool it all over the house like Big Acoustic Kitty does with his steroid meds.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Site Update
All the background posts (#1-4) are finished, but Blogger was giving me grief about editing #4, so it's not hanging out with its buddies.
10.13.10
Rolled out of bed late this morning, so the kitties were all sure we'd been eaten by wolves and they'd never be fed again. BYHM went straight into the bathroom and "let" me shut the door on him, then fussed the whole time. Which is fine. Big Acoustic Kitty then decided that if wanted breakfast, he was apparently going to have to get it himself, so he came downstairs and dined in the family room. Finally I managed to bring a plate up to Little Grey Kitty and he's eating it while I type.
So ... been falling down on the job the past couple of days. Nobody's really been wearing their harnesses or meeting the prisoner. Although LGK did get a little bit of an outing last night while everyone else was downstairs. He really wants out of the studio, but the second he's past the door, you can tell he's somewhat on guard. And he can't be out too long, or he overloads a bit. Slow and steady increasing of territory is the way to go, I guess.
We're considering actually putting some kind of a screen door at the top of the stairs so that he doesn't have to worry about BYHM jumping over the baby gate and getting to him. (Because it's not obvious enough that we're crazy cat people.)
That's it for now. Starting tomorrow, I think the daily posts might come in the evenings, or even go up a day late, so that I have something more to discuss than just breakfast. Fishy pudding can only be so interesting.
So ... been falling down on the job the past couple of days. Nobody's really been wearing their harnesses or meeting the prisoner. Although LGK did get a little bit of an outing last night while everyone else was downstairs. He really wants out of the studio, but the second he's past the door, you can tell he's somewhat on guard. And he can't be out too long, or he overloads a bit. Slow and steady increasing of territory is the way to go, I guess.
We're considering actually putting some kind of a screen door at the top of the stairs so that he doesn't have to worry about BYHM jumping over the baby gate and getting to him. (Because it's not obvious enough that we're crazy cat people.)
That's it for now. Starting tomorrow, I think the daily posts might come in the evenings, or even go up a day late, so that I have something more to discuss than just breakfast. Fishy pudding can only be so interesting.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
10.12.10
No breakfast upset this morning ... because I didn't even try.
After getting to sleep around midnight and waking up around 3:00 a.m., I think I've earned a one-day pass on trying to harness the cats for a breakfast introduction. However, Big Yellow Hallway Monster does now smell like pickles.
"Smelling like pickles" is a 3-word phrase with a lot of history around here. Back in the day, it became painfully obvious that Electric Mayhem and Big Acoustic Kitty were never going to get along. In an effort to curb some of EM's psycho behavior, we had to resort to a spray bottle full of water. It helped, but not much. So then we added a little bit of white vinegar to the water. Not enough to hurt her if she got it in her eyes, but just enough that the smell would put her off. After one particular dousing, she dried herself off and came sneaking back to cuddle up to her papa ... who sniffed her and said, "she smells like pickles."
Have you seen the t-shirts for dog lovers that read, "It's all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone"? We keep saying we're going to make one up for ourselves that reads, "It's all fun and games until someone smells like pickles." Nobody would get it but us, but that's okay.
BYHM, pissy-pants alpha that he is, has developed a bad habit of whacking at EM while they're waiting for me to finish fixing their breakfasts. He's always a little possessive of the food dish area, but breakfast time is the worst. I've taken to shutting him in the downstairs bathroom so EM can whine about starvation in peace. He's actually gotten pretty good about going into the bathroom and then staying there to eat his food. But, this morning I was out of it and he wasn't behaving, so when he went to smack his sister, I squirted him with the water bottle. Not a happy kitty, that one. But, breakfast did get much less punchy.
I know the negative reinforcement techniques should be used sparingly, but while BYHM is responsive to some positive reinforcement techniques in other areas, he's not giving up his need to run the other cats off from the food dishes. So ... pickle water it is.
After getting to sleep around midnight and waking up around 3:00 a.m., I think I've earned a one-day pass on trying to harness the cats for a breakfast introduction. However, Big Yellow Hallway Monster does now smell like pickles.
"Smelling like pickles" is a 3-word phrase with a lot of history around here. Back in the day, it became painfully obvious that Electric Mayhem and Big Acoustic Kitty were never going to get along. In an effort to curb some of EM's psycho behavior, we had to resort to a spray bottle full of water. It helped, but not much. So then we added a little bit of white vinegar to the water. Not enough to hurt her if she got it in her eyes, but just enough that the smell would put her off. After one particular dousing, she dried herself off and came sneaking back to cuddle up to her papa ... who sniffed her and said, "she smells like pickles."
Have you seen the t-shirts for dog lovers that read, "It's all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone"? We keep saying we're going to make one up for ourselves that reads, "It's all fun and games until someone smells like pickles." Nobody would get it but us, but that's okay.
BYHM, pissy-pants alpha that he is, has developed a bad habit of whacking at EM while they're waiting for me to finish fixing their breakfasts. He's always a little possessive of the food dish area, but breakfast time is the worst. I've taken to shutting him in the downstairs bathroom so EM can whine about starvation in peace. He's actually gotten pretty good about going into the bathroom and then staying there to eat his food. But, this morning I was out of it and he wasn't behaving, so when he went to smack his sister, I squirted him with the water bottle. Not a happy kitty, that one. But, breakfast did get much less punchy.
I know the negative reinforcement techniques should be used sparingly, but while BYHM is responsive to some positive reinforcement techniques in other areas, he's not giving up his need to run the other cats off from the food dishes. So ... pickle water it is.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Background, Pt. 4
So what did I do that was so bad, you ask? Well, it's like this... Quite a while ago (before we moved last summer, I believe) we bought a harness and a leash for Electric Mayhem. Back when my in-laws still lived within easy driving distance, we used to haul her along with us for weekend visits and I believe that we bought the new rig for her planning to use it when we made the new, much longer drive to visit them in New Mexico.
On a nice, sunny day in early August, I was working out in the yard with the Amazing Husbandini and the three downstairs kitties were crowded up against the screen door between the kitchen and the patio, sniffing the summer breeze and meowing at me to come back inside. Big Yellow Hallway Monster and Little Grey Kitty were hogging the floor (though getting along quite well), and Electric Mayhem was up on the table. Somehow, for some reason, I got the brilliant idea to hook EM up in her harness and leash and bring her outside with us.
In retrospect, considering the reaction we'd had to an interloper kitty a month prior ... stupid.
EM actually enjoyed her outing pretty well. But right about the time she started to get overstimulated, I got nailed on the thumb by a wasp. I let out a very impressive scream (I'm a little surprised nobody called the cops) and that just upset her more. (And probably the boys inside, though we weren't paying attention to them right at the moment.) So we gathered her up and brought her back inside. Things were fine until we got her unharnessed and put her down on the floor. Then suddenly, we had another scary 3-way cat fight on our hands. And this time, they weren't breaking it up on their own, and when we finally got them separated, LGK was staying puffed up and snarly and was ready and willing to tear into anyone who came near him ... humans included, we thought.
Luckily, at this point in our experiences with the new boys, we had already figured out that LGK would often want to go upstairs to retire by himself in either the studio or the guest room. We joked that he just needed some "alone time". So I did manage to get his attention and shepherd him upstairs (luckily avoiding Big Acoustic Kitty on the way) where he settled down in the guest room and I could shut the door. At first we decided to just let him cool off for a little bit, but when he was still agitated that evening, we just put some food and water and a litterbox in the room with him and left him overnight.
This was the point when we finally looked at one another and said, "This can't go on." We made straight for Cat vs. Cat and the sections on aggression and peeing. By this time, we were already tearing our hair out over the spraying activity in the basement and the dining room, and hearing somebody say, "who peed on the rug in here?!" from some corner of the downstairs had gotten to be fairly common. We had each seen BYHM and LGK spray once, but most of the time we just came across the evidence and the specific culprit was unknown.
Our first decision was to make a vet appointment for LGK to rule out any medical problems. We decided he could live in the guest room for a couple of days until the appointment came around. Turned out, he had himself a urinary tract infection. Considering the stress in the house, I'm not surprised. We brought him home with a week's worth of antibiotics and a tube full of trans-dermal ear goo (Amitriptyline, actually, but "ear goo" is easier to type) and instructions to keep an eye on him. Happily, he took the medicine (reluctantly, but still) and there have been no outside-the-box incidents since he's been incarcerated. (However, he's been locked up in a room upstairs all by himself for over two months. That's not really the life we want with him.)
We figured he would be fine up there for a few days or even a week or so until we could read up on the whole reintroduction process. That's when the next problem started to reveal itself ... you can find all kinds of information on introducing new cats to each other. The problem is that too many of these resources also say, basically, "reintroduction is just the introduction process repeated." Well, yes and no, we've found.
There was also another aspect to our problem ... we soon found ourselves thinking that we had locked up the wrong cat. With LGK out of the picture, we started to be able to see some other behavior problems that were still going on. A week or two after LGK went into lockdown, there was yet another neighborhood cat that came by. I think he was originally just heading across the yard, but when he saw me standing at the door, he came over to say hi - and found himself nose-to-nose (again, through the glass) with BYHM. Neighbor kitty backed up and hied himself off, and the next thing I knew, BYHM had launched himself at EM (who had just happened to be wandering through the kitchen) and started attacking her. It broke up pretty quickly, but only because she rolled over on her back and peed all over herself. That seemed to appease the alpha in him and he went stalking off.
After that incident, we decided that BYHM needed a trip to the vet as well. And it turned out that while he didn't have an infection, he did have crystals in his urine. So he came home with prescription cat food and his own tube of ear goo.
This pretty much brings us up to date. LGK did move out of the guest room and into the studio in early September because we needed the guest room for, you know, guests. And since more guests will be coming at some point, we decided to leave him where he was. But other than that, nothing much has changed.
Up next: The Problem and The Plan (and The Players, since I just realized I don't have any gratuitous kitty photos posted yet.)
On a nice, sunny day in early August, I was working out in the yard with the Amazing Husbandini and the three downstairs kitties were crowded up against the screen door between the kitchen and the patio, sniffing the summer breeze and meowing at me to come back inside. Big Yellow Hallway Monster and Little Grey Kitty were hogging the floor (though getting along quite well), and Electric Mayhem was up on the table. Somehow, for some reason, I got the brilliant idea to hook EM up in her harness and leash and bring her outside with us.
In retrospect, considering the reaction we'd had to an interloper kitty a month prior ... stupid.
EM actually enjoyed her outing pretty well. But right about the time she started to get overstimulated, I got nailed on the thumb by a wasp. I let out a very impressive scream (I'm a little surprised nobody called the cops) and that just upset her more. (And probably the boys inside, though we weren't paying attention to them right at the moment.) So we gathered her up and brought her back inside. Things were fine until we got her unharnessed and put her down on the floor. Then suddenly, we had another scary 3-way cat fight on our hands. And this time, they weren't breaking it up on their own, and when we finally got them separated, LGK was staying puffed up and snarly and was ready and willing to tear into anyone who came near him ... humans included, we thought.
Luckily, at this point in our experiences with the new boys, we had already figured out that LGK would often want to go upstairs to retire by himself in either the studio or the guest room. We joked that he just needed some "alone time". So I did manage to get his attention and shepherd him upstairs (luckily avoiding Big Acoustic Kitty on the way) where he settled down in the guest room and I could shut the door. At first we decided to just let him cool off for a little bit, but when he was still agitated that evening, we just put some food and water and a litterbox in the room with him and left him overnight.
This was the point when we finally looked at one another and said, "This can't go on." We made straight for Cat vs. Cat and the sections on aggression and peeing. By this time, we were already tearing our hair out over the spraying activity in the basement and the dining room, and hearing somebody say, "who peed on the rug in here?!" from some corner of the downstairs had gotten to be fairly common. We had each seen BYHM and LGK spray once, but most of the time we just came across the evidence and the specific culprit was unknown.
Our first decision was to make a vet appointment for LGK to rule out any medical problems. We decided he could live in the guest room for a couple of days until the appointment came around. Turned out, he had himself a urinary tract infection. Considering the stress in the house, I'm not surprised. We brought him home with a week's worth of antibiotics and a tube full of trans-dermal ear goo (Amitriptyline, actually, but "ear goo" is easier to type) and instructions to keep an eye on him. Happily, he took the medicine (reluctantly, but still) and there have been no outside-the-box incidents since he's been incarcerated. (However, he's been locked up in a room upstairs all by himself for over two months. That's not really the life we want with him.)
We figured he would be fine up there for a few days or even a week or so until we could read up on the whole reintroduction process. That's when the next problem started to reveal itself ... you can find all kinds of information on introducing new cats to each other. The problem is that too many of these resources also say, basically, "reintroduction is just the introduction process repeated." Well, yes and no, we've found.
There was also another aspect to our problem ... we soon found ourselves thinking that we had locked up the wrong cat. With LGK out of the picture, we started to be able to see some other behavior problems that were still going on. A week or two after LGK went into lockdown, there was yet another neighborhood cat that came by. I think he was originally just heading across the yard, but when he saw me standing at the door, he came over to say hi - and found himself nose-to-nose (again, through the glass) with BYHM. Neighbor kitty backed up and hied himself off, and the next thing I knew, BYHM had launched himself at EM (who had just happened to be wandering through the kitchen) and started attacking her. It broke up pretty quickly, but only because she rolled over on her back and peed all over herself. That seemed to appease the alpha in him and he went stalking off.
After that incident, we decided that BYHM needed a trip to the vet as well. And it turned out that while he didn't have an infection, he did have crystals in his urine. So he came home with prescription cat food and his own tube of ear goo.
This pretty much brings us up to date. LGK did move out of the guest room and into the studio in early September because we needed the guest room for, you know, guests. And since more guests will be coming at some point, we decided to leave him where he was. But other than that, nothing much has changed.
Up next: The Problem and The Plan (and The Players, since I just realized I don't have any gratuitous kitty photos posted yet.)
10.11.10
The breakfast pissyness continues.
This morning proceeded much like yesterday morning, until the Big Yellow Hallway Monster decided that he was tired of all this nonsense and he just wanted his breakfast and he was not going to play our silly games any more. He then managed to slip out of his harness and refused to come anywhere near the door to the studio.
So Little Grey Kitty (fully harnessed) ate his breakfast with the door open and no other kitty in sight. BYHM did stay upstairs to eat, but he did it down the hall and around the corner.
After all that, the new plan is to spend a few more days getting BYHM used to his harness before we try it again. He did so well the first couple of times he wore it that we thought he'd be okay, but I guess we rushed it.
Other than that, all is well so far today. LGK is napping in the sun behind me as I type, and the rest of the house is quiet.
This morning proceeded much like yesterday morning, until the Big Yellow Hallway Monster decided that he was tired of all this nonsense and he just wanted his breakfast and he was not going to play our silly games any more. He then managed to slip out of his harness and refused to come anywhere near the door to the studio.
So Little Grey Kitty (fully harnessed) ate his breakfast with the door open and no other kitty in sight. BYHM did stay upstairs to eat, but he did it down the hall and around the corner.
After all that, the new plan is to spend a few more days getting BYHM used to his harness before we try it again. He did so well the first couple of times he wore it that we thought he'd be okay, but I guess we rushed it.
Other than that, all is well so far today. LGK is napping in the sun behind me as I type, and the rest of the house is quiet.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
10.10.10
I pissed everybody off over breakfast today.
The normal routine involves me going downstairs, shutting Big Yellow Hallway Monster in the bathroom so he doesn't try and play whack-a-mole with Electric Mayhem while he waits, then feeding EM and then bringing BYHM's plate of diet fishy pudding into the bathroom for him. Then it's fix plates for Big Acoustic Kitty and Little Grey Kitty and take them upstairs so that they can have their breakfasts on either side of the (open) studio door. BAK and LGK have been doing pretty well with their breakfast time, with only a few incidents here and there. (And those, I'm sorry to admit, have been because one or the other or both of the humans weren't paying enough attention.)
This morning, the plan was to harness up both BYHM and LGK and let them see each other over breakfast. However, that involved NOT feeding BYHM downstairs. That wasn't well-received. I had to take three plates of fishy pudding, the harness and the leash and one very upset kitty upstairs. Then we had to feed BAK without letting BYHM muscle in on the action. Then, we had to safely stow the food while we hooked him into his bright blue S&M outfit. Then, we had to keep him in the hallway while I went into the studio and harnessed up LGK (who had been howling and throwing himself at the door ever since he heard the baby gate open when I went downstairs). Only after all that could we open the door and put everybody's food down so they could eat.
However, things went pretty well after that. BYHM, as expected, tucked in to his breakfast with not more than a brief glance at LGK. LGK was a little freaked out when he saw BYHM and his tail was at about half-puff all through breakfast. But, he finished his food with only a few breaks to look up and check out his new companion. And nobody charged at anyone.
So ... good news on that front. BYHM then went in to see BAK (who had been shut in the master bedroom for all of this, eating his breakfast in peace) and there was no residual aggression or frustration to be seen. Another positive.
Unharnessed, BYHM went back downstairs and got an ear full of Amitriptyline, and to this point in the morning, all is well. (knock wood)
The normal routine involves me going downstairs, shutting Big Yellow Hallway Monster in the bathroom so he doesn't try and play whack-a-mole with Electric Mayhem while he waits, then feeding EM and then bringing BYHM's plate of diet fishy pudding into the bathroom for him. Then it's fix plates for Big Acoustic Kitty and Little Grey Kitty and take them upstairs so that they can have their breakfasts on either side of the (open) studio door. BAK and LGK have been doing pretty well with their breakfast time, with only a few incidents here and there. (And those, I'm sorry to admit, have been because one or the other or both of the humans weren't paying enough attention.)
This morning, the plan was to harness up both BYHM and LGK and let them see each other over breakfast. However, that involved NOT feeding BYHM downstairs. That wasn't well-received. I had to take three plates of fishy pudding, the harness and the leash and one very upset kitty upstairs. Then we had to feed BAK without letting BYHM muscle in on the action. Then, we had to safely stow the food while we hooked him into his bright blue S&M outfit. Then, we had to keep him in the hallway while I went into the studio and harnessed up LGK (who had been howling and throwing himself at the door ever since he heard the baby gate open when I went downstairs). Only after all that could we open the door and put everybody's food down so they could eat.
However, things went pretty well after that. BYHM, as expected, tucked in to his breakfast with not more than a brief glance at LGK. LGK was a little freaked out when he saw BYHM and his tail was at about half-puff all through breakfast. But, he finished his food with only a few breaks to look up and check out his new companion. And nobody charged at anyone.
So ... good news on that front. BYHM then went in to see BAK (who had been shut in the master bedroom for all of this, eating his breakfast in peace) and there was no residual aggression or frustration to be seen. Another positive.
Unharnessed, BYHM went back downstairs and got an ear full of Amitriptyline, and to this point in the morning, all is well. (knock wood)
A Quick Aside
Profuse advance apologies for the state of my blog posts over the next little bit. I have "Background 2" underway, but because part of the intent here is to provide a day-by-day account of our reintroduction efforts, the posts are going to be all over the map until I manage to get the daily records up to date as well as getting all the background and introduction posts finished. I'll be backdating posts and moving everything around for probably a couple of weeks. So if you get confused as to the order of all the posts, either sit tight and wait for me to get my chronology straight or just send me a "'the hell?" messages and I'll try to help.
Background, Pt. 3
Incident No.1 began on a warm July day when things were fairly peaceful and everyone was lounging about. Big Yellow Hallway Monster was alone in the sunroom and for once I was nearby, doing something-or-other in the dining room. Suddenly, we both became aware of an interloper ... one of the neighborhood kitties had come into the backyard and was crossing from the flower bed next to the sunroom windows onto the open deck by the BBQ. Which brought him face-to-face (through the glass) with BYHM.
At this point, I should say that I was a little fuzzy on the details (and the date ... I would have sworn to you that it happened much earlier in the spring) so I went searching through my e-mail for some help on the timing. Rather than re-write the whole story, here is an excerpt from the e-mail I wrote to my mother about what happened: (Thank goodness for kitty-grandmas who always welcome updates.)
"Well, considering the 3-cat brouhaha that occurred this morning after an interloper cat was spotted outside the sunroom, it's probably an excellent idea to keep the status quo. First, [BYHM] saw the intruder and puffed up and growled and attacked (luckily, the glass wall stopped any actual contact.) Then, [LGK] came out to see what was going on and got all puffy and growly when he saw Leo being all puffy and growly. Then, they jumped on each other and started screaming and yelling and sending clumps of fur flying. THEN, Herself [EM] came flying out into the sunroom and jumped into the middle of both of them! I don't know what on earth got into everybody, but they all managed to get back into the house and arranged in a wary, growly circle before I went to work. The interloper cat seemed to have wisely left the area.
When I came home, everything seemed to be back to normal and nobody seemed to have any new scars anywhere."
Re-reading that, I so wish I could hit "rewind" and do some things differently. But, I honestly thought it was an isolated incident, so I kind of shrugged it off. If I knew then what I know now about re-directed aggression, I would have started the whole "separate and reintroduce" cycle right then.
July morphed into August, and mentions of kitty spraying start to crop up more and more frequently in my e-mails. I think it was around this time that we discovered Nature's Miracle and started buying Feliway in multi-packs. At this point, we were still trying to deal with the pee issues and not the larger relationship issues.
By early August, the harrassment and the peeing had really gotten out of hand:
"Between territorial gentlemen kitties and pitiful little princess kitties who are reaping what they once sowed in the way of being hassled on the way to the cat box, we are discovering that we can't leave anything soft or papery on the floor. [EM] had apparently taken to using the back corner behind the TV as an emergency kitty box, as well as a blanket that had fallen behind the couch. So now the corner cabinet we were using for the TV is gone, replaced by some shelves and a new kitty box so that there are no hidden corners for anyone to get trapped in."
The expensive electric box went downstairs, but nobody really seemed to miss it:
"So far, the new kitty box is VERY popular with everyone. It's like a little kitty rest area on the highway ... if they're on their way to somewhere new, they have to stop off for a quick piddle. Which is a little distracting when you're watching TV."
We had hopes that this would help, but by August 10, things had come to a head and the Little Grey Kitty had entered lockdown after going DEFCON-5 hostile on his siblings one day. And it's time for an uncomfortable confession: The final cat fight that led to him being locked away by himself (where he still is, two months later) was completely my fault.
Next Up: Incident No. 2 and The Cat of Monte Cristo.
(And unrelated to the subject at hand, can I just say I hate Blogger's text formatting sometimes?)
At this point, I should say that I was a little fuzzy on the details (and the date ... I would have sworn to you that it happened much earlier in the spring) so I went searching through my e-mail for some help on the timing. Rather than re-write the whole story, here is an excerpt from the e-mail I wrote to my mother about what happened: (Thank goodness for kitty-grandmas who always welcome updates.)
"Well, considering the 3-cat brouhaha that occurred this morning after an interloper cat was spotted outside the sunroom, it's probably an excellent idea to keep the status quo. First, [BYHM] saw the intruder and puffed up and growled and attacked (luckily, the glass wall stopped any actual contact.) Then, [LGK] came out to see what was going on and got all puffy and growly when he saw Leo being all puffy and growly. Then, they jumped on each other and started screaming and yelling and sending clumps of fur flying. THEN, Herself [EM] came flying out into the sunroom and jumped into the middle of both of them! I don't know what on earth got into everybody, but they all managed to get back into the house and arranged in a wary, growly circle before I went to work. The interloper cat seemed to have wisely left the area.
When I came home, everything seemed to be back to normal and nobody seemed to have any new scars anywhere."
Re-reading that, I so wish I could hit "rewind" and do some things differently. But, I honestly thought it was an isolated incident, so I kind of shrugged it off. If I knew then what I know now about re-directed aggression, I would have started the whole "separate and reintroduce" cycle right then.
July morphed into August, and mentions of kitty spraying start to crop up more and more frequently in my e-mails. I think it was around this time that we discovered Nature's Miracle and started buying Feliway in multi-packs. At this point, we were still trying to deal with the pee issues and not the larger relationship issues.
By early August, the harrassment and the peeing had really gotten out of hand:
"Between territorial gentlemen kitties and pitiful little princess kitties who are reaping what they once sowed in the way of being hassled on the way to the cat box, we are discovering that we can't leave anything soft or papery on the floor. [EM] had apparently taken to using the back corner behind the TV as an emergency kitty box, as well as a blanket that had fallen behind the couch. So now the corner cabinet we were using for the TV is gone, replaced by some shelves and a new kitty box so that there are no hidden corners for anyone to get trapped in."
The expensive electric box went downstairs, but nobody really seemed to miss it:
"So far, the new kitty box is VERY popular with everyone. It's like a little kitty rest area on the highway ... if they're on their way to somewhere new, they have to stop off for a quick piddle. Which is a little distracting when you're watching TV."
We had hopes that this would help, but by August 10, things had come to a head and the Little Grey Kitty had entered lockdown after going DEFCON-5 hostile on his siblings one day. And it's time for an uncomfortable confession: The final cat fight that led to him being locked away by himself (where he still is, two months later) was completely my fault.
Next Up: Incident No. 2 and The Cat of Monte Cristo.
(And unrelated to the subject at hand, can I just say I hate Blogger's text formatting sometimes?)
Background, Pt. 2
(Keep in mind that while I'm trying to give a chronologically correct background here, there is definitely some 20/20 hindsight peeking through. Some of what I write about are realizations that I had not yet come to at the time these events happened.)
I'm a little fuzzy on all the specific dates and details, but sometime around Thanksgiving, Big Acoustic Kitty started to pee on the floor. He's elderly and we've been dealing with arthritis issues for a while, so we thought it was just him having problems climbing into his cat box in a timely fashion. But it kept happening. Then it happened multiple times a day. Then it was happening even if he'd managed to use his box recently. We started realizing the sheer volume of the pee that was coming out of him. The we began to notice the volume of water that was going in to him and the drastic reduction in his food intake. Cutting to the chase - we panicked, the vet was consulted and diabetes with a side of pancreatitis was the diagnosis.
Details of the medical stuff can be found over on KittyChair if you go back to late 2009/early 2010 posts. More importantly in regard to this blog's focus is the fact that suddenly we had a male (neutered, but still) cat peeing all over the upstairs. This was the cat that the newbies really didn't have much exposure to, because he was "upstairs kitty" and he was old and blind and cranky and so they didn't spend much time with him. The peeing issues with the downstairs kitties hadn't started at this point, but I still think there was probably a link in there somewhere.
So let's look at what else was going on - finals and end-of-semester stuff with me (which always makes me a super-fun person), Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, then a nice long break after the new year when I got to stay home all day and relax with the kitties ... followed by a sudden change when school started and I was out of the house all day, three or more days a week. The kitties were looking at it like this:
By late winter/early spring, there were some problems developing. Electric Mayhem, who had been the psycho alpha cat when it was just her and Big Acoustic Kitty all those years, and who had tried to be alpha with Ziggy (except that Ziggy, God love him, just opted out of the whole alpha cat drama**) was most definitely NOT the alpha in this new feline group. As a matter of fact, she was heading straight for omega status.
Admittedly, when we first noticed that LGK would stalk and chase EM, we thought it was kind of funny. EM had quickly discovered that she couldn't buffalo BYHM, but she had started hissing and waving paws at LGK to keep him away from her. When he started standing up to her, we were happy that he was coming out of his shell and feeling more at home with everybody. And when the chasing got to be a regular occurrence (usually as part of "the night crazies" that we got to watch every evening after supper) I'm a little ashamed to admit that we told her more than once, "Karma's a bitch, ain't it, little one?" After all those years when she was so mean to BAK, we looked at what was happening as being somewhat justified.
Yeah ... in hindsight, totally the wrong attitude to take.
You know how you "suddenly" notice something? And if you sit down and think about it, you realize that it's been going on for some time? Well, we "suddenly" noticed that if LGK was up and about, EM was hiding out in the basement. Granted, she'd found herself a warm and cozy spot up high, nested in an afghan, but she was indeed hiding out. She'd come upstairs to eat and drink only when the house was quiet and BYHM and LGK was asleep in their kitty trees. Then the stalking moved downstairs.
We had cats laying in wait for one another around corners. We had cats sneaking up on one another. We had cats engaging in not-quite-so-friendly-as-they-used-to-be wrestling matches. We had cats who jumped on their "sister" because the other kitty didn't feel like playing.
Then there were a couple of noisy catfights - low growling that we could hear even upstairs, followed by screaming and the sound of two or more cats tearing around the basement. By the time we got there, everybody had separated and we couldn't tell who had been directly involved and who was just an upset bystander.
It all boils down to the fact that things were going downhill, and we either weren't around enough to notice, were to busy with other things to pay the proper attention, or were too tired to do much about it. I am not happy to admit it, but we were lousy, rotten kitty parents for too long, and by the time we realized just how serious of a problem we had on our hands, it was way past the time for an easy intervention.
But we did start searching for a solution. "All the cat boxes are in the basement", we said. "Let's find a spot for one on the main floor, and hopefully that will help." (Not a bad idea in a multi-cat household, but under the circumstances, this was like spitting in the ocean.) So The Amazing Husbandini went out and bought a super-duper electric cat box and it came to rest in the living room, right next to the couch. (God, I know... ) It did help some, but not enough. And anyway, by that time we had another problem brewing.
Spring had sprung! The weather was turning warm! Life was good! We have a lean-to greenhouse/sunroom thing off the back of the dining room, and ever since BYHM and LGK had first come downstairs, this had been the feline equivalent of Switzerland (neutral territory, not holding chocolate and fine watches). Even if everybody was fighting in the basement, the sunroom was still a peaceful(ish) haven. But as I said, the weather was turning warm. And the neighborhood kitties were starting to roam. Thus began what we simply refer to around here as, "The Incidents".
To be continued...
**Recently, our vet made mention that there are such things as "weak" and "strong" alpha cats. She also said that she though BYHM was a weak alpha. Upon reflection, I think Ziggy was the alpha, but he was such a strong alpha cat that he simply didn't need to throw his (considerable) weight around. He was top cat and he knew it and if EM wanted to be whiny and pissy, that was fine with him.
I'm a little fuzzy on all the specific dates and details, but sometime around Thanksgiving, Big Acoustic Kitty started to pee on the floor. He's elderly and we've been dealing with arthritis issues for a while, so we thought it was just him having problems climbing into his cat box in a timely fashion. But it kept happening. Then it happened multiple times a day. Then it was happening even if he'd managed to use his box recently. We started realizing the sheer volume of the pee that was coming out of him. The we began to notice the volume of water that was going in to him and the drastic reduction in his food intake. Cutting to the chase - we panicked, the vet was consulted and diabetes with a side of pancreatitis was the diagnosis.
Details of the medical stuff can be found over on KittyChair if you go back to late 2009/early 2010 posts. More importantly in regard to this blog's focus is the fact that suddenly we had a male (neutered, but still) cat peeing all over the upstairs. This was the cat that the newbies really didn't have much exposure to, because he was "upstairs kitty" and he was old and blind and cranky and so they didn't spend much time with him. The peeing issues with the downstairs kitties hadn't started at this point, but I still think there was probably a link in there somewhere.
So let's look at what else was going on - finals and end-of-semester stuff with me (which always makes me a super-fun person), Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, then a nice long break after the new year when I got to stay home all day and relax with the kitties ... followed by a sudden change when school started and I was out of the house all day, three or more days a week. The kitties were looking at it like this:
- Shelter stress
- New home stress
- New cat introduction stress
- Mama's in a pissy mood all the time, is it us? stress.
- Moving out of our sanctuary room because it's the guest room and strange new people are coming to stay with us for the holidays stress.
- Cranky cat upstairs peeing on everything stress.
- Another holiday and those strange people are back again stress.
- And by the way, what's this fake plastic tree in the living room and what do you mean we can't eat the stuff on it? stress.
- Ah, Mama's home all the time and the strange people are gone and the pee smell from upstairs is fading. We like this.
- Where's Mama? Why are we being left alone all day? stress.
By late winter/early spring, there were some problems developing. Electric Mayhem, who had been the psycho alpha cat when it was just her and Big Acoustic Kitty all those years, and who had tried to be alpha with Ziggy (except that Ziggy, God love him, just opted out of the whole alpha cat drama**) was most definitely NOT the alpha in this new feline group. As a matter of fact, she was heading straight for omega status.
Admittedly, when we first noticed that LGK would stalk and chase EM, we thought it was kind of funny. EM had quickly discovered that she couldn't buffalo BYHM, but she had started hissing and waving paws at LGK to keep him away from her. When he started standing up to her, we were happy that he was coming out of his shell and feeling more at home with everybody. And when the chasing got to be a regular occurrence (usually as part of "the night crazies" that we got to watch every evening after supper) I'm a little ashamed to admit that we told her more than once, "Karma's a bitch, ain't it, little one?" After all those years when she was so mean to BAK, we looked at what was happening as being somewhat justified.
Yeah ... in hindsight, totally the wrong attitude to take.
You know how you "suddenly" notice something? And if you sit down and think about it, you realize that it's been going on for some time? Well, we "suddenly" noticed that if LGK was up and about, EM was hiding out in the basement. Granted, she'd found herself a warm and cozy spot up high, nested in an afghan, but she was indeed hiding out. She'd come upstairs to eat and drink only when the house was quiet and BYHM and LGK was asleep in their kitty trees. Then the stalking moved downstairs.
We had cats laying in wait for one another around corners. We had cats sneaking up on one another. We had cats engaging in not-quite-so-friendly-as-they-used-to-be wrestling matches. We had cats who jumped on their "sister" because the other kitty didn't feel like playing.
Then there were a couple of noisy catfights - low growling that we could hear even upstairs, followed by screaming and the sound of two or more cats tearing around the basement. By the time we got there, everybody had separated and we couldn't tell who had been directly involved and who was just an upset bystander.
It all boils down to the fact that things were going downhill, and we either weren't around enough to notice, were to busy with other things to pay the proper attention, or were too tired to do much about it. I am not happy to admit it, but we were lousy, rotten kitty parents for too long, and by the time we realized just how serious of a problem we had on our hands, it was way past the time for an easy intervention.
But we did start searching for a solution. "All the cat boxes are in the basement", we said. "Let's find a spot for one on the main floor, and hopefully that will help." (Not a bad idea in a multi-cat household, but under the circumstances, this was like spitting in the ocean.) So The Amazing Husbandini went out and bought a super-duper electric cat box and it came to rest in the living room, right next to the couch. (God, I know... ) It did help some, but not enough. And anyway, by that time we had another problem brewing.
Spring had sprung! The weather was turning warm! Life was good! We have a lean-to greenhouse/sunroom thing off the back of the dining room, and ever since BYHM and LGK had first come downstairs, this had been the feline equivalent of Switzerland (neutral territory, not holding chocolate and fine watches). Even if everybody was fighting in the basement, the sunroom was still a peaceful(ish) haven. But as I said, the weather was turning warm. And the neighborhood kitties were starting to roam. Thus began what we simply refer to around here as, "The Incidents".
To be continued...
**Recently, our vet made mention that there are such things as "weak" and "strong" alpha cats. She also said that she though BYHM was a weak alpha. Upon reflection, I think Ziggy was the alpha, but he was such a strong alpha cat that he simply didn't need to throw his (considerable) weight around. He was top cat and he knew it and if EM wanted to be whiny and pissy, that was fine with him.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Background, Pt. 1
(Because I do tend to ramble on about our cats, I will try to make this an abbreviated version of what we've been going through. However, if you read through this and have questions, feel free to comment or e-mail.)
A little background: We started out with two cats. Our first was The Big Acoustic Kitty, adopted in December, 1998. Our second was The Electric Mayhem, adopted in October, 2000. These two have never gotten along. We did try to follow the advice we'd heard about letting them hear and smell each other from opposite sides of a door and to move their food dishes close to each other so that they would associate good things (kibble) with the other cat. Well, it didn't work. Later on, we discovered that there is a lot more to it than that, but by they time we figured that out, several years had gone by and the personalities of both cats were such that we never even considered reintroducing them. We just invested in a baby gate and divided the house in half. That actually worked pretty well, and we expected to just leave it at that for the rest of somebody's life.
In July of 2008, we adopted a wonderful new kitty from one of our local shelters. Adopting #3 was the furthest thing on our mind ... but it just sort of happened. And actually, from an introduction standpoint, things worked pretty well. We read up on cat introductions ("Cat vs. Cat" by Pam Johnson-Bennett was our bible) and followed the instructions to the letter. Ziggy settled right in and while the two senior cats didn't adore Zigg, he thought they were great and for the most part everyone got along.
In August of 2009, we lost our beloved Ziggy-Bean to cancer. It turned out he was FIV/FeLV positive, even though the testing that the shelter had done had come back negative.
Well ... that's where our current story sort of begins. In the last few days before Ziggy passed away, The Amazing Husbandini and I talked about the fact that we thought we would try to adopt again. The hole our Ziggy left was enormous, and we honestly felt like we would need to bring in another kitty to help fill it.
In October of 2009, we started looking for another kitty. Looking back now, 2.5 months was probably not enough time to get over losing Ziggy, as well as dealing with everything else that was going on. (We had just bought our first house, and I'm a full-time student.) However, it felt right at the time, so we started looking. First we went to the shelter where we'd found Ziggy. Nobody "spoke" to us, though we did find one handsome grey gentleman-cat who could have been Zigg's littermate. (Much crying into this poor cat's fur ensued. I'm sure he was probably happy when we left.)
In fairly short order, we came across a pair of adoption candidates. They were living in our local PetSmart and were under the care of one of the many local rescue organizations. One was a big yellow long-haired tabby with a somewhat dopey, friendly disposition and a teeny, tiny voice. The other was a small, short-haired grey guy who looked like he had more than a couple of Russian Blues in his family tree. We both looked at them and thought that if you could combine them into one cat, you'd just about have Ziggy.
(See what I mean about 2.5 months probably not being long enough?)
Long story short, our hearts became set on this pair and we took them both home in fairly short order. We had high hopes because they seemed to get along well in the high-stress environment of PetSmart. After we got them home and got them settled together in the "sanctuary room", they still seemed to get along just fine. No mutual bathing or cuddling up together, but friendly head-butting and rubbing up against each other and peaceful co-existence all around. Some wrestling matches, certainly, but no serious biting or scratching ... nothing you wouldn't expect from two young, healthy male cats. (Both already neutered, BTW.)
So far, so good. Introductions between our two new guys and the two resident cats went fairly well ... not quite as well as they had gone with Ziggy, but well enough. Besides, we figured that introducing two new cats instead of one was bound to have a few more bumps along the way.
After everyone had progressed to the point where there were now three downstairs kitties instead of just one, (remember, BAK and EM have never gotten along and nothing had occurred to change that) we started to figure out things about our new guys' personalities: The Big Yellow Hallway Monster (BYHM) was definitely an Alpha. Not a super-aggressive Alpha, but he had his sights on the top of the feline social ladder, for sure. Little Grey Kitteh (LGK) was a little more timid ... he had to check things out repeatedly before he was comfortable, and he was liable to spook if we weren't careful. BYHM, we decided, had been a Golden Retriever in a previous life. Gorgeous, loving, friendly, and just a little bit dopey. He wasn't content to sit on the sidelines and watch, he wanted to jump in with all four paws to whatever was going on. LGK was much more cautious, and we learned to be careful when playing with him and to be careful not to draw BYHM's attention.
All in all, however, things were going as well as could be expected. However, I think the seeds of our current problems were planted in the last several weeks of the year. Recently I found a reference on cat behavior that says to allow three to six months after the completion of the introduction process before the cats actually get settled in with one another. If that's true, I wish we'd known it at the time. We might have been able to do something.
That's enough for this post. Next up: Apparently unrelated problems arise in the household.
(And in case you hadn't noticed, all kitties have aliases. Except Ziggy. I don't know why I first decided that the cats should have "blog names", but there it is. I'm not going to change it now.)
A little background: We started out with two cats. Our first was The Big Acoustic Kitty, adopted in December, 1998. Our second was The Electric Mayhem, adopted in October, 2000. These two have never gotten along. We did try to follow the advice we'd heard about letting them hear and smell each other from opposite sides of a door and to move their food dishes close to each other so that they would associate good things (kibble) with the other cat. Well, it didn't work. Later on, we discovered that there is a lot more to it than that, but by they time we figured that out, several years had gone by and the personalities of both cats were such that we never even considered reintroducing them. We just invested in a baby gate and divided the house in half. That actually worked pretty well, and we expected to just leave it at that for the rest of somebody's life.
In July of 2008, we adopted a wonderful new kitty from one of our local shelters. Adopting #3 was the furthest thing on our mind ... but it just sort of happened. And actually, from an introduction standpoint, things worked pretty well. We read up on cat introductions ("Cat vs. Cat" by Pam Johnson-Bennett was our bible) and followed the instructions to the letter. Ziggy settled right in and while the two senior cats didn't adore Zigg, he thought they were great and for the most part everyone got along.
In August of 2009, we lost our beloved Ziggy-Bean to cancer. It turned out he was FIV/FeLV positive, even though the testing that the shelter had done had come back negative.
Well ... that's where our current story sort of begins. In the last few days before Ziggy passed away, The Amazing Husbandini and I talked about the fact that we thought we would try to adopt again. The hole our Ziggy left was enormous, and we honestly felt like we would need to bring in another kitty to help fill it.
In October of 2009, we started looking for another kitty. Looking back now, 2.5 months was probably not enough time to get over losing Ziggy, as well as dealing with everything else that was going on. (We had just bought our first house, and I'm a full-time student.) However, it felt right at the time, so we started looking. First we went to the shelter where we'd found Ziggy. Nobody "spoke" to us, though we did find one handsome grey gentleman-cat who could have been Zigg's littermate. (Much crying into this poor cat's fur ensued. I'm sure he was probably happy when we left.)
In fairly short order, we came across a pair of adoption candidates. They were living in our local PetSmart and were under the care of one of the many local rescue organizations. One was a big yellow long-haired tabby with a somewhat dopey, friendly disposition and a teeny, tiny voice. The other was a small, short-haired grey guy who looked like he had more than a couple of Russian Blues in his family tree. We both looked at them and thought that if you could combine them into one cat, you'd just about have Ziggy.
(See what I mean about 2.5 months probably not being long enough?)
Long story short, our hearts became set on this pair and we took them both home in fairly short order. We had high hopes because they seemed to get along well in the high-stress environment of PetSmart. After we got them home and got them settled together in the "sanctuary room", they still seemed to get along just fine. No mutual bathing or cuddling up together, but friendly head-butting and rubbing up against each other and peaceful co-existence all around. Some wrestling matches, certainly, but no serious biting or scratching ... nothing you wouldn't expect from two young, healthy male cats. (Both already neutered, BTW.)
So far, so good. Introductions between our two new guys and the two resident cats went fairly well ... not quite as well as they had gone with Ziggy, but well enough. Besides, we figured that introducing two new cats instead of one was bound to have a few more bumps along the way.
After everyone had progressed to the point where there were now three downstairs kitties instead of just one, (remember, BAK and EM have never gotten along and nothing had occurred to change that) we started to figure out things about our new guys' personalities: The Big Yellow Hallway Monster (BYHM) was definitely an Alpha. Not a super-aggressive Alpha, but he had his sights on the top of the feline social ladder, for sure. Little Grey Kitteh (LGK) was a little more timid ... he had to check things out repeatedly before he was comfortable, and he was liable to spook if we weren't careful. BYHM, we decided, had been a Golden Retriever in a previous life. Gorgeous, loving, friendly, and just a little bit dopey. He wasn't content to sit on the sidelines and watch, he wanted to jump in with all four paws to whatever was going on. LGK was much more cautious, and we learned to be careful when playing with him and to be careful not to draw BYHM's attention.
All in all, however, things were going as well as could be expected. However, I think the seeds of our current problems were planted in the last several weeks of the year. Recently I found a reference on cat behavior that says to allow three to six months after the completion of the introduction process before the cats actually get settled in with one another. If that's true, I wish we'd known it at the time. We might have been able to do something.
That's enough for this post. Next up: Apparently unrelated problems arise in the household.
(And in case you hadn't noticed, all kitties have aliases. Except Ziggy. I don't know why I first decided that the cats should have "blog names", but there it is. I'm not going to change it now.)
STEP 0.1 - Start Here
Good Day to you, landers upon this blog. Some of you may have come from my other blog, and and if so, welcome! Some of you might have found your way here because you're at your wits' end and serendipity brought you here.
Here's the deal: This blog exists because we have four cats who don't get along anymore. They did at one point - sort of - but now that has blown up in our faces and we are trying to repair the damage. All of the good cat resources tell you to take your time in introducing your cats to each other. Fair enough, and there are a lot of resources that will tell you how to do that. However, when it comes to RE-introducing your cats to one another after a problem has occurred, we've found that these same resources fall down on the job a little bit. Oh, sure, they say that reintroducing the cats as though one or more of them are new to the household is probably the way to go, but not many of them go much further than that. We have found that just referring to the introduction instructions isn't sufficient in a reintroduction situation, and finding specific help with a reintroduction situation is a lot harder than it should be.
So ... this blog has been created with a couple of goals in mind. The first is to document our effort at reintroducing one of our kitties into the fold. (More details about the specific situation and the individual cats will come later.) The second is to hopefully provide a little information and personal perspective on feline reintroduction to anyone else out there who might be going through this same situation.
Keep watching this space, as more posts are coming soon!
Here's the deal: This blog exists because we have four cats who don't get along anymore. They did at one point - sort of - but now that has blown up in our faces and we are trying to repair the damage. All of the good cat resources tell you to take your time in introducing your cats to each other. Fair enough, and there are a lot of resources that will tell you how to do that. However, when it comes to RE-introducing your cats to one another after a problem has occurred, we've found that these same resources fall down on the job a little bit. Oh, sure, they say that reintroducing the cats as though one or more of them are new to the household is probably the way to go, but not many of them go much further than that. We have found that just referring to the introduction instructions isn't sufficient in a reintroduction situation, and finding specific help with a reintroduction situation is a lot harder than it should be.
So ... this blog has been created with a couple of goals in mind. The first is to document our effort at reintroducing one of our kitties into the fold. (More details about the specific situation and the individual cats will come later.) The second is to hopefully provide a little information and personal perspective on feline reintroduction to anyone else out there who might be going through this same situation.
Keep watching this space, as more posts are coming soon!
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