Hi everyone,
I'm new to the message board but have been in the world of feline diabetes for a few years now...I have been mama to a sweet -but extremely food obsessive - orange tabby, Jack, for 12 years and my heart is breaking as I type this because my husband is insistent that he will have to be rehomed...and I don't necessarily disagree. I feel so terrible but I have newborn twins and his behavioral issues are not compatible with their safety. He has become aggressive and OBSESSED with any kind of food or anything that touched food, anything that looks like it might be food related. It's not JUST his diabetes, he has always had obsessive behavior issues (used to groom himself bald, and some other weird behaviors) and the vet refuses to let me try something like Prozac to get his emotional (?) situation in check. I feel very confident that his issues stem from being born into an animal-hoarding situation, that's what he was rescued from as a kitten. He's always been very needy and OC, the vet insists we test for allergies or mess with his units...never makes a difference (I guess maybe we should just see a new vet, but I otherwise generally really like the place we take him and our other cats:/). We currently manage his diabetes with vetsulin -we have tried several others including Lantus and prozinc and adjusted the levels multiple times, done curves, home testing, and more testing, etc - and the vet agrees that we feed him adeqautely. The thing is, he is constantly trying to eat any/everything. He nearly took my finger off lunging and swiping a piece of lettuce off of my plate. He took an entire bag of frozen french fries down the steps and across the basement. And we had a friend over that didn't know any better and put a 1/2 piece of pizza on the counter and was blown away when he darted up over the kitchen island and made off with it, to under the bed and ate a significant portion of it before we could get to him. I swear he could eat 5 cans of food and 5 minutes later have a meltdown and nearly attack you over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I'm NOT the kind of person that bails on their animals just because a baby comes in the picture, this is killing me. These babies are less than a week old and he is absolutely psychotic around their bottles/formula and this afternoon was husband's breaking point: he scratched one right under the eye and across his cheek, because my mom was sitting on the sofa giving him a bottle and didn't know that Jack had to be put in another room if any kind of milk was out. He went for the bottle and nearly took the baby's eye out! It looks absolutely horrific, I can't even look at it without tearing up, it was SO close. She feels so guilty I don't think she'll ever forgive herself. They rushed him to urgent care to make sure he didn't need stitches or dermabond. Thank god he didn't, but he has to go back tomorrow and the day after to make sure there's no chance it's becoming infected.
We don't have anywhere to just keep Jack separate except the powder room...so it's either he's sequestered to the powder room or we're stuck in one room with the babies. We can't live like that, and it's not fair to him either. He also rips those claw caps off with a quickness! My parents are keeping him at their house until we figure something out, but that's a temporary solution because their schedules cannot revolve around his insulin. Does anyone have any advice about possibly rehoming a special needs cat in this situation? I feel like we're beyond any sort of behavior modification at this point. He's 12, and nothing we've tried thus far to control him, prior to bringing the babies home, has made a difference. I'm going to get a vet appointment next week and see what they recommend aside from their usual testing that reveals nothing but: hey your cat has diabetes! and let's mess with his units!! But I'm not optimistic; my husband is really, really upset. Rightfully so. I'm just looking for some advice I guess. We don't have any family or friends that can take him. I could never abandon him or take him to a shelter.
Sorry for the massive wall of text, I'm just so distraught, my emotions are totally raw bringing these babies home and recovering from a c-section. My other cats either don't really care about the babies and sniff and walk away, or are scared of them and hide, I hate that my oldest baby did this
I'm new to the message board but have been in the world of feline diabetes for a few years now...I have been mama to a sweet -but extremely food obsessive - orange tabby, Jack, for 12 years and my heart is breaking as I type this because my husband is insistent that he will have to be rehomed...and I don't necessarily disagree. I feel so terrible but I have newborn twins and his behavioral issues are not compatible with their safety. He has become aggressive and OBSESSED with any kind of food or anything that touched food, anything that looks like it might be food related. It's not JUST his diabetes, he has always had obsessive behavior issues (used to groom himself bald, and some other weird behaviors) and the vet refuses to let me try something like Prozac to get his emotional (?) situation in check. I feel very confident that his issues stem from being born into an animal-hoarding situation, that's what he was rescued from as a kitten. He's always been very needy and OC, the vet insists we test for allergies or mess with his units...never makes a difference (I guess maybe we should just see a new vet, but I otherwise generally really like the place we take him and our other cats:/). We currently manage his diabetes with vetsulin -we have tried several others including Lantus and prozinc and adjusted the levels multiple times, done curves, home testing, and more testing, etc - and the vet agrees that we feed him adeqautely. The thing is, he is constantly trying to eat any/everything. He nearly took my finger off lunging and swiping a piece of lettuce off of my plate. He took an entire bag of frozen french fries down the steps and across the basement. And we had a friend over that didn't know any better and put a 1/2 piece of pizza on the counter and was blown away when he darted up over the kitchen island and made off with it, to under the bed and ate a significant portion of it before we could get to him. I swear he could eat 5 cans of food and 5 minutes later have a meltdown and nearly attack you over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I'm NOT the kind of person that bails on their animals just because a baby comes in the picture, this is killing me. These babies are less than a week old and he is absolutely psychotic around their bottles/formula and this afternoon was husband's breaking point: he scratched one right under the eye and across his cheek, because my mom was sitting on the sofa giving him a bottle and didn't know that Jack had to be put in another room if any kind of milk was out. He went for the bottle and nearly took the baby's eye out! It looks absolutely horrific, I can't even look at it without tearing up, it was SO close. She feels so guilty I don't think she'll ever forgive herself. They rushed him to urgent care to make sure he didn't need stitches or dermabond. Thank god he didn't, but he has to go back tomorrow and the day after to make sure there's no chance it's becoming infected.
We don't have anywhere to just keep Jack separate except the powder room...so it's either he's sequestered to the powder room or we're stuck in one room with the babies. We can't live like that, and it's not fair to him either. He also rips those claw caps off with a quickness! My parents are keeping him at their house until we figure something out, but that's a temporary solution because their schedules cannot revolve around his insulin. Does anyone have any advice about possibly rehoming a special needs cat in this situation? I feel like we're beyond any sort of behavior modification at this point. He's 12, and nothing we've tried thus far to control him, prior to bringing the babies home, has made a difference. I'm going to get a vet appointment next week and see what they recommend aside from their usual testing that reveals nothing but: hey your cat has diabetes! and let's mess with his units!! But I'm not optimistic; my husband is really, really upset. Rightfully so. I'm just looking for some advice I guess. We don't have any family or friends that can take him. I could never abandon him or take him to a shelter.
Sorry for the massive wall of text, I'm just so distraught, my emotions are totally raw bringing these babies home and recovering from a c-section. My other cats either don't really care about the babies and sniff and walk away, or are scared of them and hide, I hate that my oldest baby did this
