OMG I am in tears, it has been the worst night of my life

From an earlier post I spoke about having to take my cats to the vet. Abbott is the easy one. He's such a big lugnut you can shoot him with needles and he still purrs afterwards.

But Evita oh Evita, you spawn of satan. You are the cat that should have never been adopted, you should have been returned to the mean streets of Dover, DE where they found you mal-nourished, underweight, flea-ridden and pregnant. But you got caught, you cleaned up, you had your babies and after they were weaned you were fixed. You were suppose to be returned to the streets. A cat your ages (she was 3 at the time) is difficult to mainstream into a household. But the day I met you - you were in that cage and still loopy from your surgery. And you purred. You purred so much that I just wanted you to be mine. You had that soft fluffy grey hair I thought you would be the perfect cat. But you weren't. You didn't trust me, you didn't like Abbott but you didn't want to leave the house so I was stuck with his absolutely gorgeous but miserable cat in my house. At least I had Abbott to snuggle with.

Over the years you frustrated me, all I wanted to do was to pet you and to shower you with love. Eventually you warmed up just a little. You showed me enough love to let me brush or pet you provided I only touch you at certain spots. Hey I'm a pathetic cat owner - I'll take what I can get. So over the years we formed a tentative bond. I knew you would never leave my house - I could have tossed her out the front door and she'd be back inside before the door slammed. She knew she had a good thing going living here but she didn't want to let go of her feral ways.

So this freak of nature cat I have lived with for 5 years sensed something was wrong tonight. She just knows - she's evil like that. And she hid. I had her trapped in the bedroom but she was too fast for me and the one time I got ahold of her I was in such a precarious position that I was about ready to fall off the bed and either I had to let her go or I risked either falling on top of her or breaking my arm. I called the vet, they understood - they knew Evita was a difficult cat who i struggled to bring to the vet. And tonight I gave up - it was just Abbott and I.

Anyhow Abbott is the beacon of health, his weight, although amazing in girth fits his bone structure and he's as healthy as can be. The vet knows Evita's history and felt as long as she stays inside and has no other contacts wiht animals outside of Abbott she should be safe from Distemper/Rabies (Abbott had his shots). I sighed and said point blank - next time he sees Evita it'll probably be when I bring in to have her put down - because that's about the only way I'll catch her and get her in the carrier: when it's near her end time.

So frustrated I come home and would you believe it- THAT DAMN CAT EVITA DECIDES SHE WANTS TO SNUGGLE WITH ME

:grr:

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

:hug: We once had a cat very much like that. It was hell to get her in the carrier for anything, even the groomer visit.

Great post, I really enjoyed reading it.

You know, don't you, why she wanted to snuggle?




Because she didn't go to the vet. That's why...


:hug:

and probably from something totally preventable that if I just took her to the vet they could have fixed it.

She's 10 years old and although she is the spawn of satan, when she wants to snuggle with you - it just breaks your heart how amazingly loveable that cat is. She is the worlds best purrer.

You have a good way with wording things. :)

I try to write but I get horrible writers block

Not to belittle your frustrations and difficulties with your cat, but I do think it's funny, it that ironic cat sort of way that Evita wants to snuggle.

Suggestion for the next time you want to take her to the vet. Have the large pet taxi (the small cat size ones are too small for this maneuver) set up with door side in the air in the room next to where you normally feed your cats, out of sight but easily accessible. Tempt said Evita kitty in with yummy canned food. Once she is chowing down good, drop a towel on her (so she can't bite or claw you), pick her up towel and all and drop her head first into the waiting cat carrier.

I've had to deal with difficult cats before, and this seems to work well. Chasing them all over the house is just playing into their game, make them come to you.

Sounds like Evita is a nice, though thoroughly independent cat.

Sorry your day was ruined.

You can imagine the frustration I had giving her penicillin!

Knowing that I would never be able to give her a pill (hell the vet said it took double the dosage just to put her out for her oral surgery), the Vet gave me liquid penicillin.

I tried putting that Penicillin in everything and she wouldn't touch it. I put it in her food, on snacks, on a slice of cheese (and then went back to the vet for more liquid penicillin since I ran out) and finally tuna juice worked. She managed to get a few doses down (along with Abbott since obviously he wanted these treats) but after about 2-3 treatments she caught on that something was weird about the tuna juice and refused it (and then Abbott ate that too).

Finally I just put the Penicillin in with the wet food she shares with Abbott figuring it wasn't going to hurt Abbott and maybe she'd get some of it in her. I gave up after a day.

Had a similar cat when I was a kid, sweet as could be when he wanted to be sweet, but wouldn't do anything you wanted him to do. . .unless you got him zonked on catnip. If we had to pill him or some such my mom would take out his little catnip pillow, fill it with the fresh stuff and let him go to town with it. He'd get so out of it, after about fifteen minutes he was so looped you could do anything, give him horsepills, and all he would do is get a goofy, sloppy grin on his face.

Somewhere I've got a picture of him passed out with that goofy smile of his on his face, passed out, head on his catnip pillow.

It's the age-old story.

Cats are just the most contrary critters ever. And yet, we love em to death. Literally, to death.

Take care. It'll work itself out. :hug:

You might have to consider that.

In the meantime, have you tried demystifying the cage? How about leaving it out all the time, with the door open, some treats inside, and a comfy pillow or something? Maybe even a new catnip toy inside. Just leave it available.

I've never had a cat that resisted the cage so I can't imagine how frustrating that is. Good luck!

that would be a wasted trip

one to pick up the tranquilizer to (somehow) give to her cat before she gets him to the vet. (She travels with him a lot, so getting him in the carrier is no problem; he gets tranked so he won't bite the vet's arm off.) So guess which cat now has diabetes & needs shots & regular blood testing. :eyes:

You are not alone. On some level, that cat loves you. Just keep sending her mental pictures of what you like/want, eventually she'll catch on.

dg

We finally found a vet that made house calls. I'm not going to post here how much the house call was; I don't need to hear it. I'm fond of my extremities, so we sacrificed in other areas to pay for the once-or-twice a year visit.

Holly was the most innocent looking five-pound tuxedo cat in the world, but I swear to God, she had Satan's DNA. She'd go from zero to bitch in a tenth of a second, and I still have scars from even attempting to get her into a carrier for a vet visit. The vet we saw was gentle and professional, but he would not take her crap.

We lost her a few years ago. I'm sure she's terrorizing the entire population at the Rainbow Bridge.

with dismal results. Left the cage out, put favorite blankets in there, toys, goodies - no dice. They avoided that cage the way Satan himself would avoid contact with Holy Water.

This is not your typical cat who is too clueless to fall for typical tricks. She is smarter than even the smartest humans. If she had opposable thumbs she'd probably take over the country.

I thought it was *me*.

It's good to find fellow sufferers here. We can commiserate with each other.

and I had a snuggle cat at the same time.
They have both passed on but it is the non-cuddly, cranky, difficult cat I still miss. I finally figured out her aloofness and aggressiveness was rooted in fear - not that I could do anything about it but it made letting her have her way all the time OK.
I also realized she was smart as a whip and seemed to hover on another plane from other cats. When I got sick, she put her chin on my head and purred. She checked me out by sniffing my nostrils. She alerted me to things like a wasp nest in the wall and bees in the house.

Evita just sounds like one tough cookie - yeah!

Our two tortoise girls will usually only snuggle and make nice to me when cylrc is out of town.

Our dog seriously doesn't care! Anyone will do... everyone's in her pack!

I am a cat person though. I find dogs, well #irritating#

:rofl:

Glad she is ok. :hug:

she'll probably outlive us all.