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.. but I would really like to see Abby stop being so aggressive. The first and only, time she ever went to the vet was to get spayed. Basically they had to wrap her in a towel and treat her like a feral cat because she can't be handled like any other house cat. She doesn't walk around the house and just attack people. But if she is perched somewhere and someone walks by - inside what she considers her territory or comfort zone, she swats or snaps at them. She's like a cobra, and just as fast, I swear. And she doesn't just nip to deliver a message, she bites down and I don't know how to explain it - only lets up a little to bite down harder, and she kind of grinds her teeth against bone she hits. Sort of like someone plunging a knife and twisting it to do maximum damage.
Anyway.
Mostly we have just given Abby her space, never forced affection on her, never tried to crowd her or make her interact if she doesn't want to. But I would like her to enjoy being around people and other cats - or at least tolerate them better. I am pretty sure she would be a candidate for kitty anti-depressants, yes they do give them to animals, but I really don't want to be on the giving end of anything that goes into her mouth. Besides, thyroid meds for Riley are inexpensive. Prozac for kitties? A heck of a lot more. At least I think so.
Today I put a collar on Abby. First one she has ever worn. See that tiny bit of purple under her chin? Yeah, collar. Not sure how on earth I managed to do it without getting teeth marks in my skin - I can only guess that she simply had no idea what I was doing.
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