My cats bad behavoir problems

Hi irishidid, We've tried every spray out there. It has cost me a small fortune. The best I've found is vinegar. Cats hate vinegar. But not her. You can spray all day long and she'll go right where you sprayed. I was told that if your cat starts pooping outside the litter box it's either because their anal gland need to be expelled, or they don't like their litter. Well, She had her anal glands expelled. In fact my vet told me I can't just expell them whenever I want. She has to actually need them to be expelled, or he can hurt her. As I've said before, there are only so many cat litters out there, and I've tried them all. She doesn't have an uThanks rinary tract infection. Lord knows I've had enough urine around here to have tested and that was ruled out. A friend of mine said that sometimes if you have two cats and they are both alpha cats, one will not go the same place as the other. If thats true I don't know what I'm going to do. My other cat uses every cat box in the place. An Associate at work said maybe it because there is other fecal material, and urine that isn't hers, so everyday, 3 times a day, I go around and make sure there is nothing in the boxes, but that doesn't help. She doesn't use them. Now my male cat,is entirely different. He is the cleanest cat I've ever seen. When he does anything in the litter box he covers it up. He quite a fanatic about it too. He takes about two minutes covering his mess up. Thanks for trying to help.

You're welcome. Sounds like you're done all you can. Is there anyway she could be made a permanent outside cat? Or find a new farm that wouldn't mind having a barn cat? We had a cat that preferred the outside to the inside and rarely used the litter box. You could take her to a no-kill but you'd have to tell them about her problem and they might be reluctant about taking her. I know you're trying to avoid that final option there's no return from.

I talk to a cat breeder at great lenghts yesterday,and she said to have her Kidneys checked out. Not her urinary tract. She said that she had a cat (one out of 13) that did exactly the same thing and it turned out that she had kidney stones. The only way they can tell you that they are sick is by doing this. She also said to keep her in a medium cage with food and water and a litter box. When she goes in the litter box, reward her with an hour out of it in only one room. She also stated that she may not understand that she is neutered yet, and therefor she is trying to tell the males that she is there. She said not to give up because both are treatable, so I'm taking her in after I get my check and tell the vet to take exrays at $50.00 a pop to see if she has kidney problems. I'm not giving up on her yet. I never gave up on my children, and I'm not going to give up on my animals. I'll probably be living in a cardboard box when its all over, but hey, my cat will be with me, and she be healthy.

My Mom and I have had the same back fire problem when we adopt "needful" animals. I had another great story pop into my mind...this time it is about a poodle my Mom had. I got it for her, as she always wanted a "toy" dog that could be her companion. Pandora was a toy poodle, and the dirtiest dog I have ever met! Not only did she poop and pee in the house, but she reminded me of Pig Pen from Peanuts! You could bathe her and within a minute and a half she was filthy again. Mom had the dog for 15 years, and the only reason she kept the dog is that my dad hated the dog. (Some reason huh?) The event takes place in 1984. I was in the midst of a workman's comp suit and had been sent to Ventura for assessment. The main drag of Ventura is on Highway 101, which is always busy. Anyhow we were lodged in a circa 1924 motel, complete with the wiring conduit on the outside of the walls. The first thing that happened when we finished checking in (with the dog) was that Mom needed to use the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and managed to lock herself in the bathroom. She knocked on the door, so I promptly answered the door that led to the outside. No one was there. I heard the knock again and this time followed it to the bathroom. Mom stated that I needed to get the Manager as she was locked in the bathroom and couldn't get out. So, I got the manager and he released Mom from her prison. I went next and the same thing happened...and I didn't even shut the door tight. The place must have shifted...any how from then on we went to the toilet with the door open. In it's hay day the motel must have been great. There were two french doors that led out to a planter area. There was about a 1 foot high cement semi circle curb around the planter to protect it from vehicle. (Keep the curb in mind, it plays an important part.) There was a woman living there with 100+ year old tortoises. A little further down there was a guy with trained cats that would walk the wires that were above and across the parking lot. Mom had a ball meeting all the people there, as they were from various walks of life. We went to bed that night, exhausted from the drive and all the other stuff we did. I had to be up at 7 to be to the assessment center at 8. We both promptly went to sleep and were happily sleeping when it hit. That darned dog started panting and huffing. Her sign that she needed to go to the bathroom. It was 5 a.m. and neither Mom or I were ready to deal with the dog, so Mom snarled at the dog to go back to sleep and cross her legs. It lasted about 45 minutes when that friggin dog started in huffing and puffing again. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided that if I opened the french doors and put the dog into the planter area so she could pee or poop, I would be able to lift her back into the room and the problem would be solved. Flawless logic, but the implementation was flawed. I got the dog, put her into the planter area...and that idiot dog turned and looked at me and I knew promptly that there was trouble afoot. The dog shot me a look like she had NEVER SEEN ME BEFORE IN HER DOGGIE LIFE!!!! And off she shot out of the planter and across the parking lot and into the rush hour traffic!!! I didn't even give it a second thought. I ripped the lock open, flung myself through the door and was racing after the dog, wearing nothing but my nightgown. I didn't have slippers, robe, coat or anything. I was just after that idiot dog. I rounded the corner into the rush hour traffic in hot pursuit of the way ward dog. I called her name and she looked back and ran harder. I raced after the dog as fast as my bare feet would allow. And of course all the commute traffic had a wonderful show of this wild lady racing down the sidewalk...but they couldn't see the little black thing I was chasing. Suddenly I saw blue and yellow flashing behind me. (Oh $HIT!!!) It was Ventura's finest behind me...laughing his a$$ off at the sight. He actually had tears running down his cheeks! I raced after that twit dog for 6 blocks. Each time I called the dog's name, she looked back and ran harder. Finally at the end of the seventh block I somehow knew she would take a left turn into traffic. I was right!!! I managed to tackle the dog and get her securely in my arms. The cop had been pacing me and laughing at my misfortune. When I caught the dog, instead of offering me a ride back to the motel, he turned off his lights and left. I, of course, had a 6+ block walk, in rush hour traffic, to the room; where Mom was laying in bed laughing her fanny off! I tossed the dog, rather unceremoniously, into the back of the camper on the truck and went back into the room and got to get ready to go to the assessment. Then to add insult to injury, the people at the assessment center were chattering away about the news story about this woman running down the main drag of Ventura, wearing only a nightgown...with the police in "hot" pursuit. I didn't open my mouth! This was under the discussion so I copied it and am pasting it so that maybe it might be something that will help. Solution for Cat Littering Problem Does your cat suffer from litter box aversion? Bring your cat back to the box with Cat Attract. An ideal solution to assure your cat a healthy life. www.preciouscat.com I hope the dog story gave you a bit of a laugh...I still laugh over it to this day.

Loverbear, You are too funny. Thanks. I needed to laugh today. Seriously though, I know how you felt. You do everything you can, and they just don't get the message. Stupid Cats. How dare they? I don't know anything about her past. I never even wanted a cat, but when that guy kicked her over that fence, I just lost it. Nothing deseves that kind of treatment. I have to keep reminding myself of that because there are days that I just about loose it with her. My daughter brought up the fact that everytime I get into my savior mode it backfires on me. We bought a Dogue De Bourdeaux, and she had problems from day one. She had to have an epesiotomy, two knee surgeries that cost $3000.00.She was the best dog, I ever had. Many times I went to bed hungary because I only had the money to feed her. Anyway, my problem is that when I take something in, and claim it as mine, It then becomes my problem for life. I hope she's not a dirty cat, I really do. But, she just might be. I talked to a breeder yesterday,and she gave me some ideas to try. I'm going to do that first, before declairing defeat. Thanks for the story, and the laughs. Your great.

Hi jugsjugs, The problem is that I really don't want her to be an outside cat. I live in a rather busy neighborhood and, cats around here get ran over all the time. Not to mention, she is a beautiful cat and, someone just might decide to keep her. I know we all say that about our babies but, I have people who stop and comment on her looks all the time in the summer. She perches herself in the window by the street, all summer long. I'm alway being told that if I decide to give her up just let them know. If I knew that it would benifit her, I would give her up, but that wouldn't be the case. They'd probably kick her to the curb, or abuse her once they got enough of her bad habits. The reason I know this is because when I was recuperating from my last hospital visit, my girlfriend took her for 3 weeks. She has no animals. She was thrilled to take her, then, Ofelia started her potty habits all over my friends house. She put her in a large cage in her bathroom, and kept her there till I could get around enough to have her brought back. My friend told me she never would have a cat due to what she went thru with Ofelia. I told her most cats aren't like her, but Ofelia left a bad impression on her about cats. Now looking back, I definitely think that was the reason that the idiot I stoled her from was kicking her around. I think he had enough of her bad habits. Anyway thanks for the idea.

Hi cerebellum, Ya, she's been like that since day one,but I thought it was because she was so sick. When I stoled her from the guy who kick her over the fence, she was so sick. She was flea infested,and she had worms so bad that they were also in her anal glands. The vet said she was about six months old, but she only weighed 1.5 lbs. She was dehydrated, had an eye infection, a wheezing in her chest,and an infection where some dog had grabbed her in the stomach. The teeth marks from the dog were oozing puss. The vet said another week, and she wouldn't have made it. That bill cost me $400.00. The vet told me to keep her in one room till we got the wheezing, fleas,and worms under control. Then to slowly bring her out. At first, she was going everywhere,and the vet told me I would have to retrain her, which I did.She stopped all her bad habits,and I thought everything was ok. Slowly, I started to notice that whe was still going potty outside her litter box. Then I noticed the urine smell. My daughter has one of those blue lights that are used to detect urine. We used that and found she was marking everywhere. So I did another training session. It didn't help. She just keeps doing her thing all over my house. She's going on three, and my patience is wearing thin.

Hi Kasainrasami, In some ways you are correct about one litter box. My male only uses the one in the bathroom unless the door is closed. Then he runs for one of the other three. The vet suggested the other litter boxes, just in case it was a matter of laziness. Most of the time the other three aren't used, and now when they are, I know it's not her using them As I've commented just a while ago, the sprays don't work with her. Even my vet is stumped. Thanks though.