Bi-Polar Bear wrote:you're not getting the bathroom thing.... it's not that he resents being in the bathroom... he resents not being allowed on the bed or in the bedrooms with Stephen and I and that's not going to happen... therfore he's going to be pissed and destructive wherever he is in the house.... and the bathroom is where he can do the least damage.
No offense intended, but you're the one not getting it my friend.
Cat wants to be on the bed. Why don't you let him? He's clean, he'd be doing what he wanted, and after the initial period of thinking it's great fun and going after your feet under the covers whenever you move them, he'll settle down.
How do you know he doesn't resent being in the bathroom? He's bored in there, started destroying things....tries to commit suicide by going through the drug cabinet. He bases against the door...that sounds resentful to me.
Really, why can't he get on the bed?
Roland is over 2 years old now, maybe 2 and a half. The first few nights we had him in the house, when a few months old, I slept with him in a separate bedroom, so he wouldn't get into trouble in the rest of the house.
The first night he drove me crazy. He was overexcited by all the big changes suddenly in his life, and couldn't settle down. Just like any overstimulated baby, and that's exactly what he was, a baby. For literally hours he made muffins all over me, like I was a substitute mother. Finally he settle on kneading into the crook of my neck, with those little sharp sharp claws.
Finally I picked him up by the scruff of the neck, placed him on my hip and pressed him down, in a "stay" movement. I was looking at him in the dark, and for a second saw his silouette tense to jump off and start f*cking around again, then, this "hey, this isn't so bad" instant. He stayed crouched for about 3 seconds....then I saw his little head bob once....twice....and on the third, he was out for the count. Totally passed out.
Variations of this went on the the next few days, until we let him roam a little around the house, and jezzer was used to him being around.
To this day, 2 years later, whenever I lay down on the bed to read, watch a little TV, or to nap, roland appears out of nowhere and immediatly cuddles against my side, purring to beat the band, and is still and quiet. I refer to that room as "roland's love next"
I did the same thing with otis, who is a much more hyper cat. otis is also more of a "cat cat" if you know what I mean. roland bonded, otis semi-bonds.
Otis too, to his personal extent, looks at that room, and that bed as a safe haven against the trauma of the world.
Really? What's the reason for the cat not on the bed thing?
It feels nice, and they don't seem to mind. 
[just kiddin, Chai, don't hurt me])
Boy, cats sound great, don't they? But they really are! At least they are self-determining individuals--qualities us Murricans supposedly love!
