"Pebbles had the mentality of a construction worker as we say in Holland, you would probably call her a tomboy."
Bueno was a beautiful boy,
I jumped aside just in time. My husband had run upstairs to close all the bedroom doors to protect the other cats hidden in there as well as our son who was asleep!
The look in his eyes was changing, I didn’t recognize him. It was as if a monster had gotten into him. Bueno let out that horrid cry again, ready to have another go at me from the other side of the room. Luckily my husband returned and Bueno turned from me and tried to attack him, horrible noises still screeching from his mouth.
We ended up closing ourselves in into the kitchen, hiding, because nothing calmed him down.
To cut this dramatic story very very short: we had to put him down the next day.
There was no calming him down, we tried everything that night and believe me: it was a long and exhausting night. We discussed it with friends, breeder friends and vets and no one had ever seen or heard anything like it. We couldn’t risk him staying in our house because of the safety of our son and other cats. We couldn’t rehome him as we were not certain this wouldn’t happen again. Though there were no certainties, the vet believed this to be caused by some sort of epilepsy of other neurological malfunction. Even one of the vets, who dealt with stray cats on a regular basis, never seen or heard anything quite like it.
Our human and feline family was shaken up, we were all on edge for quite some time.
About three weeks after this incident we came home one night to find that Pebbles had attacked her tail and it bled big time. There was blood everywhere. She couldn’t stop herself biting it and while she did it, she cried out in pain. Her lovely long furry tail was damaged so bad and she sat there with eyes wide open in pain and despair. She was in panic mode and couldn’t get out of it. The following weeks we were to be found at the vets most of the time.
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We started with painkillers and an ointment to help heal the wound she inflicted on herself. The ointment seemed to make her even more aware of her tail and the biting didn’t stop. We got her a collar to prevent her from biting. She had the smallest kitten version, we still had to adjust it due to her tiny little kittycat neck. It helped, a couple of days. Then she figured out how to manoeuvre her body so she could get to her tail anyway. We and the vet checked for flees: none. The vet checked for fungus: nothing to be found. Same goes for bacteria; the vet couldn’t detect any. Her blood work came out negative on anything and everything we tried having tested. Same for skin scrapings. The vet and we checked on numerous occasions if she had a sore spot on her tail (apart from the wound that was already there) and if we could detect any spot in particular that was hurting her. We could squeeze all we wanted, she never reacted to anything. So we ended up wrapping her tail in bandages. The wound wouldn’t heal as fast as we wanted it to, but she couldn’t bite through the material and make it worse. Little Miss Houdini however was able to get rid of the bandage every other day. We then changed it every day and the wound healed quite a bit after a while. Bandages came off and we hoped for the best. Sad to say, but she started again.