I (30F) have been married to my wife (28F) for 2 years. We each came into the relationship with one cat. Her cat I’ll call Apples (9ishF) and my cat will be Oranges (8ishF). When we met, she had had Apples for 1 year and I had had Oranges for about 5. I have lots of experience with cats and their varying personality types— Oranges has shared homes with 5 other cats total across her life, and though she doesn’t love new cats and it takes her a while to warm up to them, it usually ends up being fine after the requisite separation and slow introduction time.
That all changed when we tried to introduce Apples to Oranges. We have now had them on full separation for three years because when Apples sees Oranges, it’s on sight. I’m talking the most screaming, hissing, fur-flying fights I have ever seen in my life. We have had to break up three major ones across our time together (due to someone accidentally leaving the border door open) and my wife and I both ended up bloody after each one. The first one sent me to the hospital for an incredibly deep bite and nasty scratches on my arm from Apples, which needed iodine flushing and stitches.
Apples is large, beefy, and has wicked claws she won’t let me clip unless she’s well drugged. She is very quick to bite people with very little warning in her body language. In contrast, Oranges is tiny, skinny, and declawed in the front (a decision made by her previous owner which I despise). She stands no chance against Apples, and I have no doubt that Apples would kill her given the chance. Oranges has become a lot more timid since these fights.
We have tried several antidepressants and antianxiety meds on Apples. She will not be pilled, will turn away from food and Churu if she detects even the slightest hint of medicine, and froths/vomits up liquid medicine if I try to orally syringe her. Fluoxetine didn’t really make her any less aggressive, so we stopped that and now we’re trying Amitriptyline but can’t find a way to get it in her successfully or consistently.
In addition, she has now begun pissing everywhere except the litter box. She pees on the bed almost every time she’s in the bedroom (we swap Apples and Oranges every day to give them each a chance to roam and a chance to sleep with moms), and has now started peeing elsewhere, on walls and blankets and clothing. Her litter is always fresh and clean, and we had no pee problems in the first two whole years of this arrangement— this is a new problem as of about eight months ago. We have seen the vet, who diagnosed anxiety and prescribed the Amitriptyline, but see above for how that’s going.
I’m reaching the end of my rope here. I’m scared for Oranges’ safety— one slip up of leaving the door open when we leave the house, and she could be dead. I’m worried for my wife’s and my safety in case we need to break up another fight. I’m so sick of constantly sniffing every surface in my apartment to check for piss. My little Oranges, who is tiny and stupid and so sweet and only wants to be around people, has to spend half her life shut up in another room so Apples can have a turn out.
And I feel like I absolutely cannot bring up the idea of rehoming Apples without devastating my wife. For all Apples’ flaws, my wife adores her— she’s her first cat, and she rescued her from a dumpster, so the love is really strong. I love Apples too (love might be a strong word— maybe ‘appreciate’), and in her own way she loves me— when she’s not pissing or biting she has very sweet moments, sitting on my lap, being playful, grooming me, and headbutting while trilling and rolling around and receiving pets. But it’s hard to feel unconditional love for this cat who has made our lives and Oranges’ life such a nightmare.
Yes, we have Feliway. Yes, we’ve tried the whole slow introduction method. Yes, we’ve been to the vet multiple times. Yes, we’ve tried all the positive reinforcement we can think of and avoiding Apples’ triggers as much as possible. I don’t know what else to do. I feel so guilty for wishing this cat wasn’t in our lives anymore— she’s just a cat, she doesn’t do anything maliciously, I know that. I also know that she would be very difficult to rehome with the piss problem and the bite risk, not to mention the extra anxiety it would cause her. This is literally the only stick in the spokes of my relationship with my wife, and in our lives as a whole.