TLDR at the end
Hi All,
I wanted to share my story in hopes that this might help others in a similar situation. I've scoured through all cat subreddits and found this one particularly helpful so felt like I should also contribute with my experience :) I'd also welcome any advice from all you cat whispers on how to continue to improve my relationship with my cat.
As a canon event in every young adults life entering into their dirty 30s, I adopted a ~1.5 year old cat, Belvita (constantly makes biscuits), about 6 months ago. This journey began like any other casual Sunday where in an effort to fight off the sunday scaries, I decided to peruse Petfinder and add to my mountainous pile of favorited floofs. All of a sudden I stumbled across what I considered to be one of the cutest floofs in all of floofkind. Having painfully dealt with the consequences of impulsive decision making throughout my years in grade school, I held off on the thought of rescuing her for a couple weeks. Later in the month, I revisited the listing and saw that she was still available but there was very little info about her. I picked up the phone and dialed sweet old Jill at the adoption center and before I knew it, I began the one hour drive to the middle of nowhere.
Once I arrived to the adoption center, Jill informed me that Belvita was having a particularly difficult time in her cage and so they had taken her to the back, in an isolated room. Jill took me to the back and lo and behold, I laid eyes on my sweet Belvita. I began my detective work and opened an exhaustive line of questioning with Belvita's foster parents (they also happened to be there as there was a big adoption event going on that day).
In hindsight, the conversation with Belvita's foster mother was slightly misleading. Belvita is not how her foster mom described her (although I understand that maybe she is still getting adjusted). I asked about her personality, tendencies, where they found her, environment at the foster home, medical history, etc. I asked the foster mom to describe Belvita in one word. To my dismay, the foster mom used 3 words: "Calm but playful." The following is what I gathered from my 30 minute conversation with the foster mom:
Belvita was found stranded alone at a car dealership at around 6-8 weeks old. The foster family welcomed her into a home with 4 other cats and 5 dogs. I do believe in Karma, but I can't imagine what sweet little Belvita must have done in a prior life to enter a household with 5 other dogs. I'm not a cat, but if I was, I think I'd rather be stranded at a dealership. The foster mother did not have much time to take care of each of her pets and ultimately decided to put 3 of the cats up for adoption. Belvita was one of the chosen ones. She was caught up on all her vaccines and recently received a checkup at the vet prior to being taken to the adoption center.
During our conversation, the foster mom was caressing Belvita in her arms and Belvita, despite being beyond anxious and scared, was still very calm. She would even allow me to pet her. But after a few pets, poor Belvita slowly walked to the nearest corner of the tiny room and tried to fit inside the inner corner of the wall with her head angled up at the ceiling and her entire body faced away from us in an effort to truly become one with the wall and cut off all sensory stimulation. It was at this moment where I had reached a fork in the road: 1) acknowledge that as a first time cat owner, I am not well-equipped to handle her or 2) I can help her. Thankfully, I did not learn a single thing from my relationships in the past and decided that I can be the one to fix her. I signed the paper work and gave an oath to treat this precious princess with the utmost care. I was no longer by myself anymore - I now had a companion. She wasn't perfect, but neither was I.
I decided that the best way to get her adjusted to her new home was to first give Belvita the bathroom and cut off access to other parts of the house. On the first day she got in the bathroom, she found the most enclosed space she could and basically spent the entire first week inside that crack. She was very afraid of me and did not make much attempt to interact. I wanted to give her space and let her approach me on her own terms. I spent hours with her in the bathroom throughout the first week. I'd listen to calming music with her, read books and bring my laptop inside the bathroom to knock out work.
Finally by the second week she began exploring the room outside the bathroom (my bedroom). Despite her fear and anxiety, one of the first things I noticed about her was that she was very very playful. She'd shy away from any human interaction and scurry when anyone (myself included) would approach her, but she would still play if you dangled something in front of her. After the second week she was more comfortable in my bedroom but she would spend most the days hiding in spaces under the bed and pretty much any dark, enclosed corner she could find. This behavior continued for the next couple months.
She slowly explored the environment more and sometimes would even come sniff me (even briefly jumped onto my bed a few times!). Despite the progress, we would still take one step forward and two steps back. She did not let me approach her or pet her once (this went on for months). She would even try to run away whenever I would standup. Admittedly, I got discouraged for a variety of reasons:
- I began to see myself as the problem. On the day of adoption, the previous foster parents told me they never really had any issues with her and she was a normal cat. I questioned how much of this was sugar coated - but if this was true, then why would I keep tormenting Belvita by forcing her to stay with me when she so happy with her previous environment?
- My quality of life also started to take a hit. Beside the mental component from point 1, Belvita's crackhead energy slowly would come out in spurts of the middle of the night. Although this is great because she is more comfortable, I'd wake up multiple times between 2-5am. I've been around cats and I've seen zoomies but this was different. The moment I had reached deep sleep, she would transform into a 200 pound tiger and raise hell. I still to this day do not understand how 7.1lbs can generate so much power and mayhem (also didn't help that my bedroom had wood floors). I'd try to play with her and feed her before i go to bed but that wouldn't help much.
By the second month I decided to give the foster mom a call and get advice. After speaking to the foster mom, it was evident this time around that Belvita was never a lap cat. She still likes pets and affection but she just isn't the cat that will approach someone for pets. I was upset to find out that she will probably never be a lap cat but I was ok with that - I just wished the foster family would have been more forthcoming with this on adoption day. I don't think this information would have changed my decision at all and I still would have adopted her. But her tendencies and personalities should have been more thoroughly described when I initially asked my questions on adoption day. I would give weekly text updates to Jill from the adoption center and at one point Jill even admitted that she should have been a bit more thorough when finding a home for Belvita as she needs an experienced owner. They even offered to take her back. I spent quite a bit of time considering whether the right decision might be to return her to the adoption center so that someone with more experience can give her the home she needs. This was the second fork in the road: to return Belvita to the adoption center in hopes she will find a better home, or give her more time to adjust. I couldn't get myself to give Belvita up and decided to give her more time.
I tried to stop myself from focusing on the negatives and instead focus on all the progress Belvita was making, no matter how small. I began to appreciate her situation the more I got to know her: imagine a few aliens abducted you and took you to a new planet. You would probably be freaking out to.
In an effort to encourage more interaction with her, I was convinced to begin giving her gabapentin. Since I couldn't get a hold of her and put her in the crate, I had to make an online vet appointment to get the gabapentin prescription. I tried gabapentin for a few days but could not get myself to continue drugging her just to force interaction. I stopped the gabapentin and continued to give her more time.
I continuing giving her space and time with occasional head pats. I would let her sniff me, which she usually always did, but petting was hit or miss. Sometimes she would let me gently brush her head (while still squirming uncomfortably) but other days she would hiss, swat and even bite me. I continued playing with her at night and this helped us bond quite a bit. She is extremely playful and will never pass up the opportunity to chase a wand.
I am glad to report that after 5 long months, the day finally came where she began to consistently accept pets. Now at month six I pet her everyday and she vigorously leans into the pets and makes biscuits every time. Oddly enough though, she only let's me pet her when she is laying down on her favorite chair. In an effort to really make this work for the long term, I have also decided to lock her out of my room at night so I can sleep. She cried in front of the door for the first couple days but now is completely fine with staying out in the living room for the night - she comes right back to my room in the morning. Placing this boundary has helped significantly.
Throughout this journey, I've received helpful advice from friends as well as the countless reddit threads. Generally, there have been two camps on how to approach a cat in this situation. Give her the space she needs and let her come to you on her own terms (the vast majority on reddit appear to take this stance) or be more adamant to initiate interaction and get her comfortable with you even if she might be uncomfortable in the process. As a new cat owner, the most difficult part of all this was understanding the balance between the two (I still don't). It is a bit frustrating that almost every thread I found on reddit suggests to just give the cat space and let them come to you on your own terms. Since my cat is very skittish and has extreme anxiety, I found this to be less helpful at times. If I let her do whatever she wants and not force contact with her, she might never be comfortable with me given her avoidant personality. I eventually decided to block the bottom of my bed as well as other hiding spots to stop her from constantly running when she is scared. Most people on reddit argue this is counterproductive as cats need their hiding spots but I found removing the majority of them really helped Belvita avoid running away. She still has her cat tree to go into when she doesn't want to be disturbed and now she does not spend much time under the bed.
This takes us to present day (~6.5 months after adoption day). Belvita has grown so much and I couldn't be more proud of how brave she is. She has become more comfortable with her environment and even purrs loudly when pet. There are still real problems I am trying to work through, but I have come to better understand her and give her the patience she needs while still encouraging her to step out of her comfort zone. She unfortunately still scurries away from me if she is walking on the ground and I walk in her direction. I also still cannot pick her up as she will run away or even swat / bite me. This has prevented me from completing essential tasks like bathing, grooming, brushing teeth, vet visits (thankfully she is healthy and got a checkup 6 months ago). I'm optimistic that if she continues to progress at her pace, I can pick her up in the very near future without eroding the trust we have developed.
I've learned (and am still learning) a lot about myself and Belvita. Although she still does not voluntarily come to me for pets, I oddly feel that she does find peace and solace in just existing in the same space as me. She is currently snuggled up on a chair a few feet away from me as I type. I do not regret adopting her for a second and hope this thread gives an additional perspective to those that might be thinking of adopting a cat or are currently adopting one. Most of my friends have all had cats that were on the more affectionate side so this experience was very new to me. The most difficult experiences tend to be the most informative and rewarding :)
TLDR: Adopted a 1.5-year-old anxious cat with no prior cat experience. She spent the first week wedged in a bathroom crack refusing to eat, hid under the bed for months, disrupted my sleep nightly, and wouldn’t let me pet her for nearly 5 months. Conventional advice said give her space - for a cat this avoidant, that only went so far. Blocking her hiding spots (controversial, but it helped), consistent low-pressure presence, and a lot of patience eventually got us here: she purrs when I pet her and snoozes a few feet away while I work. She still does not let me pick her up and does not voluntarily come to me, but we understand each other much better and our relationship continues to improve. Don’t give up too early.