Courtney and Kismet
Member Since 2012
Happy Sunday LL,
Yesterday was moving day, and a very traumatic day for Kizzy. I dropped him off at my Mom's after +2, and picked him up about +7 to bring him to the new house.
He was very nervous yesterday morning from all the commotion before the movers even got there. He ate about 1/3 of his breffi, and I sent him over to my Mom's with his auto feeder. My older sister lives with my Mom and has 4 cats. They kept Kismet locked up in the guest room with his LB, toys, and fuds. That room is impossibly cluttered and overcrowded with junk. (My Mom and sis are serious hoarders and pack rats, but clean! Just a lot of stuff.) They renovated the house about 4 years ago, and there are extra floor boards, boxes full of stuff, and just junk everywhere. When I went to go get Kismet, he was hiding under the bed. There was no way to move the bed since there are heavy floor boards blocking it, but I was able to inch it out enough that I could see under the bed and try to coax him out. He hissed, growled, and cried. He has never done anything of these things to me before. I laid on the floor for an hour trying to sweet talk him, but he refused to budge. I tried food, cat nip, everything, but he still refused to move. He had gone to the bathroom under the bed, number one and number two. He has never done anything like this before. :sad:
After an hour of sweet talking, I finally lost my patience and screamed at him. That did the trick, he went racing out from under the bed, and my sister opened the door because she heard me screaming and was coming to see what was going on. I yelled at her to shut the door, and he almost escaped, but she slammed the door on his paw and he let out the most blood curdling scream. He started panting and jumped up on the window sill, and relieved himself again (urinated.) I approached him slowly, picked him up and cradled him to my chest. I didn't say a word and just sat down on the bed and held him and pet him until he calmed down and started purring. I was able to get him in his carrier and get him home. I think he was scared of the other cats, even though they were separated. One of her cats had diarrhea earlier right outside the door of the room he was in, and they sat there by the door and growled and hissed for hours, apparently. I don't know why they didn't move her stupid cat away. I have learned a valuable, and very hard lesson.
When we got to the new house, I took him into our office (few places to hide) and set him up with his cat bed, LB, etc. He hid in the closet, so I put his bed in there and left him alone. I closed off the door and just let him relax quietly for a few hours. I opened the door after a little while to let him come out if he felt like it, but he stayed in the closet the whole time. I picked him up and took him to each room, put him down, and let him thoroughly investigate each room, then I brought him to our bedroom. I decided to put on the same sheets we had been using so it would smell familiar. It worked! He relaxed and cuddled, and purred. Finally he felt brave enough to jump down and start exploring independently.
I wasn't sure if he would eat or not, so I fed him a little bit after getting his PMBG reading. He inhaled his dinner, so I shot about 5 minutes late. After dinner, he owned the new place. He was walking around confidently with his tail held high and jumped up to the top tier of his tower as I mopped the floors (omg, this house is so dirty I can't even explain... :roll: )
He slept with us, and even decided to get under the covers and do zoomies at 5:30am ohmygod_smile ohmygod_smile :lol: :lol: I didn't mind that he woke me up when he attacked my foot, I was just so happy that he was feeling relaxed and playful.
I figured he would eat just fine this morning, so I went ahead and shot ohmygod_smile Nope. Refused Food. I opened up a different can of FF and offered that, and he took a couple of licks. He ate about a tsp at +2, and just ate a little bit more at +3. Hopefully his appy will come back soon.
Anyway, so that is our long, traumatic story. Other than that, moving went mostly well. There are some major issues, but that's a different story. Kiz is doing ok, is adjusting well, and that's all that matters. The most traumatic part of his day was going to my Mother's. I have never seen him so scared, and I can't believe that he relieved himself out of fear. Poor guy. I should never have brought him there. His paw is just fine, too, btw, in case you were wondering. He is walking fine and doesn't have any sensitivity when I touch it.
What a day.
I have a paper due tomorrow morning by noon, so I have to scramble here. I will check back in once the dust settles.
Condo from 4/19
Yesterday
AMPS 244
+2--- 142
PMPS 232
+2--- 147
+3--- 124
Today
AMPS 151
+3--- 106
Yesterday was moving day, and a very traumatic day for Kizzy. I dropped him off at my Mom's after +2, and picked him up about +7 to bring him to the new house.
He was very nervous yesterday morning from all the commotion before the movers even got there. He ate about 1/3 of his breffi, and I sent him over to my Mom's with his auto feeder. My older sister lives with my Mom and has 4 cats. They kept Kismet locked up in the guest room with his LB, toys, and fuds. That room is impossibly cluttered and overcrowded with junk. (My Mom and sis are serious hoarders and pack rats, but clean! Just a lot of stuff.) They renovated the house about 4 years ago, and there are extra floor boards, boxes full of stuff, and just junk everywhere. When I went to go get Kismet, he was hiding under the bed. There was no way to move the bed since there are heavy floor boards blocking it, but I was able to inch it out enough that I could see under the bed and try to coax him out. He hissed, growled, and cried. He has never done anything of these things to me before. I laid on the floor for an hour trying to sweet talk him, but he refused to budge. I tried food, cat nip, everything, but he still refused to move. He had gone to the bathroom under the bed, number one and number two. He has never done anything like this before. :sad:
After an hour of sweet talking, I finally lost my patience and screamed at him. That did the trick, he went racing out from under the bed, and my sister opened the door because she heard me screaming and was coming to see what was going on. I yelled at her to shut the door, and he almost escaped, but she slammed the door on his paw and he let out the most blood curdling scream. He started panting and jumped up on the window sill, and relieved himself again (urinated.) I approached him slowly, picked him up and cradled him to my chest. I didn't say a word and just sat down on the bed and held him and pet him until he calmed down and started purring. I was able to get him in his carrier and get him home. I think he was scared of the other cats, even though they were separated. One of her cats had diarrhea earlier right outside the door of the room he was in, and they sat there by the door and growled and hissed for hours, apparently. I don't know why they didn't move her stupid cat away. I have learned a valuable, and very hard lesson.
When we got to the new house, I took him into our office (few places to hide) and set him up with his cat bed, LB, etc. He hid in the closet, so I put his bed in there and left him alone. I closed off the door and just let him relax quietly for a few hours. I opened the door after a little while to let him come out if he felt like it, but he stayed in the closet the whole time. I picked him up and took him to each room, put him down, and let him thoroughly investigate each room, then I brought him to our bedroom. I decided to put on the same sheets we had been using so it would smell familiar. It worked! He relaxed and cuddled, and purred. Finally he felt brave enough to jump down and start exploring independently.
I wasn't sure if he would eat or not, so I fed him a little bit after getting his PMBG reading. He inhaled his dinner, so I shot about 5 minutes late. After dinner, he owned the new place. He was walking around confidently with his tail held high and jumped up to the top tier of his tower as I mopped the floors (omg, this house is so dirty I can't even explain... :roll: )
He slept with us, and even decided to get under the covers and do zoomies at 5:30am ohmygod_smile ohmygod_smile :lol: :lol: I didn't mind that he woke me up when he attacked my foot, I was just so happy that he was feeling relaxed and playful.
I figured he would eat just fine this morning, so I went ahead and shot ohmygod_smile Nope. Refused Food. I opened up a different can of FF and offered that, and he took a couple of licks. He ate about a tsp at +2, and just ate a little bit more at +3. Hopefully his appy will come back soon.
Anyway, so that is our long, traumatic story. Other than that, moving went mostly well. There are some major issues, but that's a different story. Kiz is doing ok, is adjusting well, and that's all that matters. The most traumatic part of his day was going to my Mother's. I have never seen him so scared, and I can't believe that he relieved himself out of fear. Poor guy. I should never have brought him there. His paw is just fine, too, btw, in case you were wondering. He is walking fine and doesn't have any sensitivity when I touch it.
What a day.
I have a paper due tomorrow morning by noon, so I have to scramble here. I will check back in once the dust settles.
Condo from 4/19
Yesterday
AMPS 244
+2--- 142
PMPS 232
+2--- 147
+3--- 124
Today
AMPS 151
+3--- 106