Yesterday Sinatra attacked Mike with a vengeance. After looking at his wrist, I made a tough decision and called the shelter. Sinatra is now back at the shelter on bite quarantine. I do not believe he will be back here.
The time I have spent with him, he has shown no indication of letting up on his aggression toward the others. His body language clearly shows me that his growls, hisses and screams are not bluff. He is a pariah kitty, and does not wish to compete for our attention over the others. His alpha tendencies tell him instead to search and destroy.
I was so sad to leave him there. He knew right where he was going and became agitated the minute I opened the door of the shelter. But, I cannot have aggression with my group. He would be the fourth cat that I have not been able to make headway with in twenty years. Not bad odds, but bad for Sinatra because now his fate is uncertain.
He needs to be with someone who understands him first of all. Someone with no cats, a whole lot of patience, and who is willing to get bit from time to time. If you don’t pet him enough, he will bite you. If you pet him to much, he will bite you. If you ignore him, he will nail you. He is a tough cat to read, and his attacks are quick and unexpected.
I wish you well Sinatra. I did hope that you would be able to accept living with the group here. If I didn’t already have three feral barn cats, I would have turned you out in the barn. You would have loved it out there.