We have been minus a furry pet since July 2014. In January this year in the middle of a very large blizzard my oldest son appeared outside our house driving back to Maine from New York after adopting a Sphynx kitten, now called “Floyd.” He and his girlfriend stopped off to show us the little naked 8 week old kitten and continued back home.
Fast foward . . .
Sphynx cats are called “catdog” for a reason I am learning. Floyd is not adapting well to life in a bachelor pad, especially with everyone working and in school all day every day leaving him on his own. The best way to visualize Floyd is to imagine a five year old amped up on sugar throwing temper tantrums with claws and teeth. Sphynx cat’s are highly intelligent, need much stimulation and lots and LOTS of room to run.
Long story short Floyd was developing into a vampire lusting for blood with my son who was nearly in tears from stress after two months. I offered to care for “grandkitty.” Floyd is hell with paws and teeth and claws. His first month here was transitional and he wasn’t too bad. He ran nonstop early morning until 9pm then crash, sleep until 5am it began again. I expected it as he was a kitten.
The second month here, the teeth and claws came out with the destruction tornado that is Floyd. Wallpaper came down, carpet ripped up, curtains shredded and aggression mounted. Time to get Floyd fixed. June 1st son took Floyd to his vet and the deed was done. We received him back the end of day undeterred. With that card played, we decided to keep Floyd on hoping to tame “the lion.”
On a rare good night Floyd will ask to be held (10 minutes tops) and sit to watch television, promptly bite and run off. In our quest to set free whatever beast is within he has amassed cat trees, toys, destroyed them all, and had dietary changes to no avail. It is October now and boxes of bandaids later I have come to the conclusion we now have a resident cat turning 1 year old next month that is his own being and life is on his terms. Floyd is just, Floyd.
He will never be anyone’s “pet.” To live with him is chaos at the speed of sound. This is a creature that is truly wild at heart, meant to be able to live as the feline he is, outdoors, hunting, doing all things cat. He runs everywhere, he falls and never lands on his feet, he carries a cat sized ball all day and insists you play fetch just to start. Sadly without fur no thanks to humans, his life is limited indoors 24-7 with exception of an enclosed front porch in warm weather 3 months of the year or going out of doors on a leash. I opened his own Instagram (@thefloydfiles) for other Sphynx and cat owners to view his antics to try and connect. I soon learned after he amassed a following with comments that in fact his “personality” is his own unlike others of his breed.
For now Floyd and I have agreed to disagree and continue residing together. Maybe with age he will slow down, maybe not. Life with “wreck it Ralph” continues.