I have a cat living in a cage in my living room, confined for the rest of his life. Why? Was there a better way? Here’s the story:
Teddy (yes, the last surviving brother of Eddy, Teddy, and Freddy) has been in the slammer for about a year now, ever since his house-marking (an occasional problem for years) went out of control. He’d begun to hit my home office especially hard, and I actually caught him twice doing it behind my back – literally behind my back; I was working at my desk, heard THAT noise, smelled THAT smell, and turned to see him scram as I screeched. I’d thrown out ruined stuff, scrubbed and pet-deodorizer-sprayed all the blasted surfaces I found by crawling about the room in the dark with a blacklight, went at the sites I found with a steam rug cleaner with special pet-odor agent – and I just couldn’t trust him; within a day of the after-blacklight cleanup I caught him backing up to the wastebasket for another hit. He was spraying in the living room too; the bedroom got hit multiple times; I suspected the upstairs bathroom (sniff – whiff?) but couldn’t find the exact place; nowhere in the house was safe.
Yes, I had him vet-checked. Yes, I had multiple litter boxes, cleaned daily, one for each cat (currently eight). Yes, we tried anti-anxiety medication. Nothing stopped the behavior. No, given the layout of my home, confining him to one room wouldn’t work.
Ted is in his teens, has a heart murmur, has always lived indoors, and is terrified of strangers. The local shelter is no-kill, does a great job of finding homes, and has wonderful facilities for the inhabitants while they await adoption – but who would adopt an aged indoor-only cat with health problems and a long-standing history of house-pissing? The animal control officer, with whom I discussed the situation, and who knows my feline household (he’s enthusiastically facilitated my adopting several shelter inhabitants over the years) agreed with my ultimate solution:
Caging. Into the slammer for the rest of his natural life. But not just some tiny wire crate, no; a multi-level, multi-room complex I put together as soon as I could order and assemble the three-level heart of it. Here’s the description and photos.
Ted adapted quickly, has seemed contented ever since, is eating well, and appears to like having his own little kingdom he doesn’t have to share. At least one of the other cats is always hanging around in the living room, so he has company. Besides the daily attention he gets at feeding time and whenever I go by, I take him out periodically for laptime, claw-clipping and so forth. Last time I did so, I put him down free to see how he’d like it. He crept about warily, sniffing everything, and within 20 minutes had a screeching confrontation with another cat; I rescued him and put him back in his lair; boy, was he ever relieved.
Ted had a vet checkup yesterday. The heart murmur is still present, may have a slight gallop now; other than that the vet said he’s in excellent health.
So: Assuming you’re still reading this far, I ask you – did I do the right thing? Should I have done something else?