Post by Mitra on Nov 20, 2013 9:22:37 GMT -5
My sweet boy Otis, a 2.5 year old male ginger cat, has recently started to poop on the couch, in the wee hours of the morning. He spends most of the night on my bed and then leaves about 4 am. When I come downstairs, I make a beeline for the living room to check the loveseat and three times since last Wednesday I find this "pile". Thank goodness it's a pile of tootsie rolls, if you know what I mean. Cleaning it up off a leather couch is not difficult but WHY is he doing that??!!!! He's never been one to miss the litter box. He's not sick, that I know of. There are no new cats in the house...I'm just flummoxed.
I will add that he is "not right in the head". I got him from a farm where he was born in a barn but rejected by his mother. They retrieved him off the top of their bales of hay (20 feet up) where he was shrieking his head off. The mama cat wanted nothing to do with him. The farmer brought him to the house and set him up on the front porch with some of their other cats. When I came to the farm to pick up milk (Nellie was dry)I watched while three little girls dressed him in doll clothes. He was just calm and happy as could be with all their little girl attentions. The farmer asked me if I wanted him and I decided on the spot that I needed a cat that was so sweet it could be dressed in dolls' clothes. Plus I have a thing for orange tabbies. Otis was about 7 weeks old when I brought him home. He settled right in but you could tell there was something "off" about him. That was the case, something off, even before he fell out of the second story window two weeks after I brought him home. The vet happened to be coming that afternoon for the cows and he checked Otis after his fall and declared that he was okay.
One eye has always been weird, too much pupil. If cold air hits his whiskers, he shakes his front foot in the air. If you pat him on the back instead of stroking him, he MUST lick his front paws at a furious rate. My daughter has diagnosed him as being "Otis-tic" :)Even with all his weirdness, he's always been very good about the litter box until now. Any ideas?
I will add that he is "not right in the head". I got him from a farm where he was born in a barn but rejected by his mother. They retrieved him off the top of their bales of hay (20 feet up) where he was shrieking his head off. The mama cat wanted nothing to do with him. The farmer brought him to the house and set him up on the front porch with some of their other cats. When I came to the farm to pick up milk (Nellie was dry)I watched while three little girls dressed him in doll clothes. He was just calm and happy as could be with all their little girl attentions. The farmer asked me if I wanted him and I decided on the spot that I needed a cat that was so sweet it could be dressed in dolls' clothes. Plus I have a thing for orange tabbies. Otis was about 7 weeks old when I brought him home. He settled right in but you could tell there was something "off" about him. That was the case, something off, even before he fell out of the second story window two weeks after I brought him home. The vet happened to be coming that afternoon for the cows and he checked Otis after his fall and declared that he was okay.
One eye has always been weird, too much pupil. If cold air hits his whiskers, he shakes his front foot in the air. If you pat him on the back instead of stroking him, he MUST lick his front paws at a furious rate. My daughter has diagnosed him as being "Otis-tic" :)Even with all his weirdness, he's always been very good about the litter box until now. Any ideas?