DH and I have been together for 9 years. Cat hasn't liked me for 9 years. He had to go to the vet today because he's been having litter box issues.
DH dropped him off and I went to pick him up.
I had to leave him at the vet because he seriously tried to kill me and the vet tech when we went to get him. We thought it'd be best if I got him out since he'd been hissing at her already all day. Besides, he bites and scratches me all of the time anyway so how bad could this be? Yeah...
I tried to throw a towel over his head so I could grab him and put him in the cat carrier and he RIPPED THE TOWEL OUT OF MY HANDS, jumped over the towel and lunged at me. Thankfully the vet tech slammed the cage door shut.
Now, I have held the cat down to be shaved (Don't look at me like that, he can't groom himself well anymore and gets painful mats so we have to shave him. The fact that it tortures him is just an added bonus :-p) so I'm no stranger to him being mad at me. I have the scars to prove it. This made the time he ripped my hand to shreds and bit my arms look like he was purring.
The vet tech said that he's the only cat they've ever had in there that hisses and growls at them when they walk by.
So, I'm supposed to go back in a bit since the vet and another tech will be back and they will be able to get him in to the carrier instead of me getting torn to pieces.
Oh, and he's a 15 yr old, 17 lb beast missing both canines on one side and is declawed (DH didn't know any better back when he got him) and yet he still draws blood!
Post by mrs.jacinthe on May 22, 2012 19:26:19 GMT -5
Sounds like our 17 pounder. I just took him to the groomer today and when I walked in, they were like "Hey Tasha (our groomer) - Satan is here for his butt shave!" LOL. And like you, I have to hold him for the shave. Our groomer won't touch him unless I'm holding him, or more specifically, unless I get the brunt of the fury.
Caged is the worst, though. You can't sneak up on them and you HAVE to reach for the end with the teeth. Does your vet have leather gloves or anything? That's the only way they can get Hobbes out of a cage.
My cat Dave loves me, tolerates like other 4 people, and literally tries to eat everyone else in the world. (You know the saying, "If cats were bigger, they'd eat people?" Not a hang up for my guy.) He's listed as a vicious animal at the vet's office.
Ask you vet if your cat could tolerate Xanax. (Not sure since he's older.) Dave takes .25 mg a day. Chills him right out. He's downright affectionate on it. It's only $9/month.
Sounds like our 17 pounder. I just took him to the groomer today and when I walked in, they were like "Hey Tasha (our groomer) - Satan is here for his butt shave!" LOL. And like you, I have to hold him for the shave. Our groomer won't touch him unless I'm holding him, or more specifically, unless I get the brunt of the fury.
Caged is the worst, though. You can't sneak up on them and you HAVE to reach for the end with the teeth. Does your vet have leather gloves or anything? That's the only way they can get Hobbes out of a cage.
He was a mostly perfect gentleman when the vet tried the towel trick. He didn't turn on her til he was in the carrier.
My cat Dave loves me, tolerates like other 4 people, and literally tries to eat everyone else in the world. (You know the saying, "If cats were bigger, they'd eat people?" Not a hang up for my guy.) He's listed as a vicious animal at the vet's office.
Ask you vet if your cat could tolerate Xanax. (Not sure since he's older.) Dave takes .25 mg a day. Chills him right out. He's downright affectionate on it. It's only $9/month.
Yeah, we're going to have that convo tomorrow when they call with the test results.
One of my cats is that way too. He loves us, hides from the kids, and actively seeks ways to kill the vet. They must treat him like a feral cat. They weigh him in the cage and then weigh the empty cage to get his weight. When he's out of the cage he's being held in a net thingie that keeps him completely immobilized and gets his shots through the net.
We had a new vet assistant last time. She thought she new better. The vet tech protested. I protested. She insisted the net was not to be used. Yeah... that didn't go well. Good news was they got a nice stool specimen on the floor. Bad news was the urine scattered around the entire exam room and the vet assistant's wounds. Maybe she's learned to listen now.
One emergency vet (our regular wasn't available) handed us our cat princess in a pillow case. She be crazy. I know our file has a big cat on the front with a red x across it.
While I am sorry you all have nutty cats, at least I know we are not alone.
Post by mrssavy42112 on May 23, 2012 8:25:26 GMT -5
Sounds a lot like my dad's cat. She is just pure evil. I'm surprised that she acts this way towards the Vet techs, though. My dad's cat gets so anxious when she's there that she basically becomes useless & doesn't do anything. I second the idea of using thick gloves. Also, wear a thick winter coat so she can't mess up your arms. They don't mean to, but they get so anxious & scared that they lash out. My dad's cat is also declawed (previous owner) and I really think that made her a crazycakes. I hope your DH's cat gets better!
I worked at a rather rural veterinary hospital when I was in college. A woman brought in a cat to have her spayed and handed the carrier off to me. This cat bit and clawed the crap out of me (I still have scars), WALKed ACROSS THE CEILING (foam ceiling tiles + cat claws = demonic possession), and generally acted like a hellion. I walked back to the waiting room, the woman saw my blood and THEN informed me that it was a feral barn cat she'd spent a few days trying to catch. The clinic manager got out his full arm gloves and the fireplace tongs (perfect size to slip around a cats neck and not cause strangulation) and managed to wrangle poor little Fluffy into a cage.
At that clinic we had syringes on sticks so we could administer iv sedatives without having to open the cage. It was a wonderful wonderful thing.
I worked at a rather rural veterinary hospital when I was in college. A woman brought in a cat to have her spayed and handed the carrier off to me. This cat bit and clawed the crap out of me (I still have scars), WALKed ACROSS THE CEILING (foam ceiling tiles + cat claws = demonic possession), and generally acted like a hellion. I walked back to the waiting room, the woman saw my blood and THEN informed me that it was a feral barn cat she'd spent a few days trying to catch. The clinic manager got out his full arm gloves and the fireplace tongs (perfect size to slip around a cats neck and not cause strangulation) and managed to wrangle poor little Fluffy into a cage.
Post by emoflamingo on May 23, 2012 10:58:00 GMT -5
And now I'm glad that my cat is finally toning it down in her old age. I have scars from her not being so happy, but at least now she's somewhat okay with her carrier. Especially in tornado season, it's nice to not have to wrestle her into a carrier!
Post by adhdfashion on May 23, 2012 11:35:13 GMT -5
DH's cat was like that. He was pure evil. He would come purr and rub against peoples legs. When you put your hand and arm down to pet him ,he would rip you to shreds. He on multiple occasion came up out of nowhere and would bite hard enough to draw blood. That cat was a miserable bastard.
When I was younger we took in a stray that seemed so pitiful and cute at first and then he turned into an evil horrid animal. He would hide and then attack you. He would bite and claw until he drew blood. We finally had to have him put down.
Needless to say I learned a very valuable lesson about stray cats.