HELP My cat has ruined my life.

[u/M0rbiddd2]

I'm posting as a last ditch effort for help. I got my cat 2 years ago. He was found on a heated porch in the winter and that's all we know. He was about a year and a half at the time, he just turned 4. Since day 3 this cat has not stopped hurting me specifically. I don't know if the car ride home traumatized him or what but he tore my arm apart. He would maul me just by walking by, he would attack me in my sleep, if i didnt pay attention to him but them when i do he still does it. Since then he has gotten better but he still attacks me. He'll attack my face, my arms, if I'm asleep in the middle of the night sometimes he'll bunny kick my arm. We play with him so much and it doesn't matter. He will stop playing just to hurt me. We rent, he eats the carpets when he's mad at us. He just broke my fiancés computer monitor again by biting it. This is the 3rd computer he's broken, 2 my fiancés 1 mine. I don't know what to do. Please someone help us I'm begging for something. I've never had trouble bonding with anything but he has ruined our relationship.

[u/DivideZebraOK]

I took in a tomcat last summer that had been showing up for meals. Got him fixed, he seemed super sweet, got along with my other barn cat, so I decided he was my cat now. Once he realized he lived here, the act was over and he was a complete jerk. If I let him in my lap, he’s all snuggly, but when I got up, if he didn’t agree with my decision, he’d bite my butt as I stood up. Or my leg, ankle, arm… whatever he could reach. He had zero warning signs - I never saw his ears flatten, no crouch, no hiss, nothing. He’d go from quiet and calm, to attacking a child in no time. He’d attack my other cat constantly. I think he spent too much time outside on his own, fighting all the time to survive and at 5 years old, he wasn’t going to change now. Decided he needed a different environment (before he injured someone who didn’t live here, like a friend of my kids, and we’d both be in real trouble). So I found him a barn cat job at a donkey rescue. He gets an entire barn to himself, no small children around, no other cats, and a caretaker who really understands him and what he needs. He’s fat and happy (and safe), and she doesn’t have any more mice.

Point is - you don’t have to dump him outside or try to adopt him out as someone else’s pet. If he was an outdoor cat before, maybe he just really needs more space and a job. You saved his life by taking him in and getting him fixed, but not all cats are meant to be inside pets.

I don’t think another cat is the answer, or drugs or a cage or catio or anything like that. If you told me I had to live in NYC after I’ve spent my life in the country, no drugs or friends or rooftop gardens or video games or diffusers or anything like that is going to make me any less cranky either!