I have a darling cat, Horton, who is making me crazy. He’s had a long run of health problems, from a broken hip to urinary crystals severe enough to require a PU (perineal urethrostomy) surgery. He was eating special urinary health kibbles for a year or so before he started throwing up a lot. When it got to be more than a couple of times a week, I brought him to the vet, who gave me the name of another food to try, and he also told me to switch to wet food, any kind, if the other dry one didn’t work out. Well, he refused to touch the other food, so he’s on canned food now.
Here’s my problem. We have two other cats. The cost of feeding them ALL canned food will get a little crazy, so they free-feed on their usual kibble all day and I feed Horton canned food while keeping the other cats away from him (because they are bullies and will steal it). Because he’s a little guy, Horton won’t eat more than a tablespoon or two at a time, so we end up feeding him several times a day. This would not bother me except that he has decided that one of his feeding times should be around 5am.
He’ll smack at the bedroom door and whine for over a half hour and by then I give up and have to go feed him. I mean, I’m not sleeping, at this point, so I may as well get the food out so he shuts up. At first I tried the spray bottle, but all he did was run off and come back 5 minutes later - just after I’d gotten comfy in bed again! At first I figured it wasn’t a big deal, go feed him, stand there 5 minutes while he eats, and go back to bed. But now he comes back to the bedroom after he’s done and plays the “piss mommy off” game. A couple weeks ago I decided to just let him come sleep in the bedroom (he’s not usually allowed), and he stayed for an hour and then wanted out. And then in. And back out. Sigh. It’s now a two hour ordeal every night, starting with a demand for food and then bugging me at the door for the next hour and a half. I’m not letting him in anymore, I just keep the spray bottle by the bed and open the door, find him, spray the shit out of him, and go back to bed. I think he’s finding it funny.
I need sleep. Part of why I don’t have babies yet is because I don’t like the idea of never sleeping again!! What can I do? I’ve considered a baby gate at the end of the hallway, but I’m not sure there’s a good way to set one up that the cats can’t jump over or get around somehow. I am really reluctant to keep Horton cooped up in a room all night, because it would mean a second litterbox, plus it seems mean and I’m a softie.
Any ideas? Is confinement my only hope?
