I’ve posted on here before about Yumi, who’s 8 months old now and has been a bit aggressive towards me at times.
Honestly, I’m at my wits’ end now, and for even more reasons.
She’s making my life a misery. I wake up every morning with a knot in my stomach because I know it’s going to be another difficult day.
She has everything a cat could want to be happy: cat trees, premium food available whenever she wants, a water fountain, a constantly clean litter tray, tunnels, a cardboard den I built for her, scratching posts, and so many toys I’ve had to buy a bin to store them all in. Plus, I’m home 24/7.
But it’s clearly not enough for her. I don’t work, so I’m constantly with her. All the toys she used to love don’t interest her anymore, even though I rotate them. I wave her favourite teaser wands and run around the flat with them, but I get no reaction. I throw paper balls for her; she chases them and then just stops. I’ve just bought her a ball track circuit, a plush toy stuffed with catnip and silver vine, and a new wand toy, but she couldn't care less. So I eventually give up, and that’s when she starts doing all the things she knows she's not allowed to: scratching the wallpaper, the curtains, my wall hanging, trying to climb the plants, or attacking my arms, legs, and in the worst cases, my face.
The more I tell her 'no', the more she does it.
Yet, we’re so close. She follows me everywhere, always sleeps on me, and climbs onto my shoulders to lie down.
I’ve spent a fortune on her, but that’s nothing compared to the energy I’ve put in—and continue to put in—every single day.
At night, I shut my door to get some peace, and I don't hear a peep from her; she sleeps through. When I go out, nothing has moved when I get back; she sleeps then, too. Basically, if I’m not there, she does nothing and won't play on her own. So when I get back, or when I wake up, she’s full of beans and demanding my attention.
But I just can’t take it anymore. I’m exhausted, depressed, and I’ve run out of ideas to keep her stimulated.
She gives me the impression she’s unhappy despite the dream life I try so hard to give her.
Sometimes she winds me up so much that for a split second, I imagine opening a window just so she’d clear off.
I sometimes think a feline companion would do her good, but I can't really afford a second cat, and I’d be terrified it would have the opposite effect—that she wouldn't accept them because she’s so clingy, leaving me in a worse situation than I am now.
If anyone is going through or has been through something similar, or if anyone has any advice or opinions, I’d really appreciate it, because right now I feel very alone.
