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Princess is sometimes attacked by Prince. They're neutered, so they never injure each other, but I find lots of hairs on the floor afterwards, apparently from both of them. The problem is I can't separate them because she, unfortunately, runs under the bed from him, and that's the only place in the house I can't reach.
Afterwards she spends weeks, even months, immobile on my bed, coming down only to use the litter box by my bed, and only if and when I close the bedroom door for her to dare climb down the bed. When I go to work, she hides in my bedroom closet.
That's fine with me, because people have convinced me that in a country without shelters or adoptions, where cats can only starve or die from injuries / sickness in the streets, she's better off this way than being put back in the streets, where I took her from, flea-infested, hungry and cold, desperate for a mummy and a home with a fluffy blanket.
But 3 times I broke down and cried, because I'm so afraid she'll die from lack of exercise or depression. I begged her to come out of the bedroom, explained that Prince only attacks her once in a blue moon when he's bored and frustrated with nothing to do and too much energy to spend, and I don't catch that quickly enough, and even so she doesn't get injured.
The first time, by total coincidence, she jumped off the bed and went for a walk in the apt., then remained with everyone in the living room for months (till the next attack). The same happened the 2nd time. And tonight, the 3rd. She'd been in the bedroom for about 1-2 weeks now, and now she's purring in the living room.
Afterwards she spends weeks, even months, immobile on my bed, coming down only to use the litter box by my bed, and only if and when I close the bedroom door for her to dare climb down the bed. When I go to work, she hides in my bedroom closet.
That's fine with me, because people have convinced me that in a country without shelters or adoptions, where cats can only starve or die from injuries / sickness in the streets, she's better off this way than being put back in the streets, where I took her from, flea-infested, hungry and cold, desperate for a mummy and a home with a fluffy blanket.
But 3 times I broke down and cried, because I'm so afraid she'll die from lack of exercise or depression. I begged her to come out of the bedroom, explained that Prince only attacks her once in a blue moon when he's bored and frustrated with nothing to do and too much energy to spend, and I don't catch that quickly enough, and even so she doesn't get injured.
The first time, by total coincidence, she jumped off the bed and went for a walk in the apt., then remained with everyone in the living room for months (till the next attack). The same happened the 2nd time. And tonight, the 3rd. She'd been in the bedroom for about 1-2 weeks now, and now she's purring in the living room.