Hi, everybody. This looks like an active forum, so I'm hoping you might be able to help me.
We got a 6-month-old male kitten a week ago, from a "free to good home" ad. He's a grey tabby, and we named him Bruce. The people who gave him to us told us that they had adopted his sister at age 6 weeks. Their neighbors liked her so much that they wanted one, so the people went back and got Bruce at age 8 weeks, to give to the neighbors, who then decided that they didn't want a cat after all.
When we picked him up they warned us that he was "highly vocal." I guess, at that point, we should have asked "Exactly what do you mean by 'highly vocal'?" But we didn't ask, we found out through experience. Bruce meows non-stop any time a person is within his sight. He stops to eat for a few seconds, sometimes, and occasionally he sleeps for a short time. He loves to lay on his back and have his belly rubbed, and doesn't meow quite as much while he's getting affection, but he meows for several hours a day. He only stops when he can't see anybody. Right now, I'm in my room and he's sleeping in my son's room alone. As soon as I come out, he'll start up again. I am a prisoner in my own room!
We brought him to the vet to be neutered and have his first set of vaccinations and to be checked out. He's "perfectly healthy."
It's driving me out of my mind!! It's like having a colicky baby or something! I can't concentrate on reading anything or talking to anybody. I give him food, water, attention, toys, catnip, sometimes milk. It's not like a happy meow - it's a loud "I want something" meow, very insistant.
Please help!
Update: Time to get ready for work. I crept out of my room and looked right and left. Perked my ears. No meowing! I tiptoed down the steps. Still no meowing! I rounded the corner and there he sat, crouched pitifully under the dining room table. "Row?" He said. "Meeeeeooooowww! Meow." If cats could cry, I would expect to see tears. I tried to pet him, but that was not what he wanted. During my bath I had solace, but as I exited the bathroom he resumed his pleas for help and understanding.
On the brighter side, any mice for miles around have run off just to get away from the noise.
We got a 6-month-old male kitten a week ago, from a "free to good home" ad. He's a grey tabby, and we named him Bruce. The people who gave him to us told us that they had adopted his sister at age 6 weeks. Their neighbors liked her so much that they wanted one, so the people went back and got Bruce at age 8 weeks, to give to the neighbors, who then decided that they didn't want a cat after all.
When we picked him up they warned us that he was "highly vocal." I guess, at that point, we should have asked "Exactly what do you mean by 'highly vocal'?" But we didn't ask, we found out through experience. Bruce meows non-stop any time a person is within his sight. He stops to eat for a few seconds, sometimes, and occasionally he sleeps for a short time. He loves to lay on his back and have his belly rubbed, and doesn't meow quite as much while he's getting affection, but he meows for several hours a day. He only stops when he can't see anybody. Right now, I'm in my room and he's sleeping in my son's room alone. As soon as I come out, he'll start up again. I am a prisoner in my own room!
We brought him to the vet to be neutered and have his first set of vaccinations and to be checked out. He's "perfectly healthy."
It's driving me out of my mind!! It's like having a colicky baby or something! I can't concentrate on reading anything or talking to anybody. I give him food, water, attention, toys, catnip, sometimes milk. It's not like a happy meow - it's a loud "I want something" meow, very insistant.
Please help!
Update: Time to get ready for work. I crept out of my room and looked right and left. Perked my ears. No meowing! I tiptoed down the steps. Still no meowing! I rounded the corner and there he sat, crouched pitifully under the dining room table. "Row?" He said. "Meeeeeooooowww! Meow." If cats could cry, I would expect to see tears. I tried to pet him, but that was not what he wanted. During my bath I had solace, but as I exited the bathroom he resumed his pleas for help and understanding.
On the brighter side, any mice for miles around have run off just to get away from the noise.