OK. Here’s the scoop…
On Christmas morning we were opening presents. Eddie comes by and pees on the wrapping paper on the floor. First pee out of the box ever. I grab him to take him to the litter box and out of nowhere Ollie attacks me. Hissing, howling, and latching onto my leg. We manage to get him and Eddie down to the basement. My pajama pants are ripped and blood is pouring down my leg.
Let an hour go by and opened the door and there are 4 eyes looking at me but one of those set of eyes is still aggressively hissing at me.
We had plans to go to my Dad’s house for several hours so we opened the door when we left and bailed. First we got Eddie and locked him up in my MIL’s house (upstairs).
Over the next 7 hours I watch on a remote cameras Ollie walking around, eating, sleeping, etc.
We get home and it was like nothing happened. Rubbing my legs, laying on me, just normal.
So clearly the assumption it was the Eddie pee (or maybe spray) that freaked him out. He’s always gone nuts (hissing but never attacking) if we even open a window in the house and he smells a stray outside. When I used to walk him outside he would find marked spots and freak, but again, never directed at me.
We kept the boys apart for 24 hours but let them back together and everything was normal (until this past Sunday).
Ollie was laying on our bathroom floor and rolling around kicking himself in the face (he has always done that when he’s excited and playful). He’s weird. I touched his back foot with mine and he snapped. Hissing, howling, but he didn’t attack me. I think he would have had I stayed still. I managed to get him down to the basement again.
I was gone at the supermarket for about 90 mins after that. I come back, open the door to let him up and he was waiting patiently. Everything seemed OK, gave him some treats and then he started hissing and howling at me again. Tossed a treat downstairs and he ran after it. So down he stayed for another 4 hours.
I was up at my MIL’s for a bit (where Eddie is again). I come down, make my way to my bed, and up pops Ollie. Rubbing my legs, purring, acting normal. And here it is 3 days later, and he’s been himself. Eddie has been locked upstairs with my MIL and I haven’t been back up there once to avoid smelling like him.
Trying hard to get a surgery appt to get Eddie fixed (7 months old). Hopefully early next week. Sadly, it takes 4-6 weeks for the testosterone to leave a male cats body post-neutering. In the meantime, vet wants Ollie on kitty-prozac ASAP. Probably beginning that tomorrow. Issue there is that takes weeks to start working.
Fingers are crossed and heart is heavy worrying about my best-bud. If this continues, and fixing Eddie / drugging Ollie doesn’t work, he will need to be put down at 2……
I am praying that doesn’t happen. I can’t effectively write just how violent he was during these 2 incidents and seemingly only directed at me.
We can’t be prisoner’s in our own home, looking over our shoulders to see when the next attack comes.
I was worried this was going to happen with Eddie as he matured but the vet (a relative) poo-pooed that idea. I was right.
Hopefully the fixing will fix this and we can get them back together and life can go on normally.
I don’t think Ollie understands where that smell is coming from because they really like each other and they are desperately trying to see each other. At the moment, the cat door between the houses is locked and stuffed with a towel. Ollie never acted aggressively like he did to me, to Eddie, even when the Christmas debacle happened. Ruined our Christmas big-time.
Only me can this ■■■■ happen…. Unreal