Hi, I’m a 24m living with my parents, and this is my reason for living, Eloise. For some background, Eloise is coming up on 7 years old. I found her when I was working for a grocery store back in July of 2019. She was about 4 weeks old and was screaming like a banshee beside a dumpster. I looked around for a mother, but couldn’t find one and I was raised by my animal loving Aunt and couldn’t just leave her so I had to bring her home (and convince the parents to let me keep her). Eloise was always a skittish cat and easily startled. She was never much of a people person (or animal person for that matter) but she was always sweet. She kept to herself and only wanted attention on HER time, but overall a pleasant animal and the main reason I’ve gotten through some very very hard times in my life. It was like that way for about 4 and 1/2 years until out of the blue. I had just gotten out the shower and sat on my bed to read. When I got up and grabbed my towels to head back to the bathroom to hang them up and finish getting ready she went BALLISTIC. Viscously hissing, swatting, biting, and attacking me out of nowhere like she was fighting for her life. She (obviously) ripped my legs up up pretty badly and cornered me in my bathroom. To date it still feels like a nightmare (and a reoccurring one now). Well we determined it had to be something wrong so I ended out bringing her to the vet and we got her a full check up and it turned out she had a UTI which we “determined” was the cause of her “issues” and got that resolved. She was a bit off for about a month or so, I’d randomly upset her by “moving my arm to quickly” or “standing up too fast” but eventually things went back to normal. She was fine again and we had no issues.

Well about 2 years later the EXACT same thing happened (this action of mine is a common occurrence if it isn’t obvious) where I was walking to the bathroom grabbing my towels and sure enough she went off the hook again attacking me like I had just came at her with more vitriol then humanly possible, but all I did… was stand up. That was probably about 7-8 months ago and she has had issues pretty much ever since. We have been to the vet 2 or 3 times and every time it’s come back with “no nothing wrong”, “seems like stress”, or "seems like anxiety attacks. Here’s some anxiety medicine!!! Well I’m currently on her 4th medicine (the strongest now) which was “working” for about a month (Working is in quotes because while she still randomly had episodes, they tended to be able to be calmed down and not long drawn out episodes of 24+ hours and more just 1-2 hours at most) or so. Well my cat is INCREDIBLY smart (too much so for her own good) and has found a way to stop taking the medicine for about the last week. I have tried everything from solid pill in hard food and wet food. Ground up pill in hard food and wet food, pill pockets with other treats. I really don’t feel like typing it all but I’ve tried a LOT of stuff to put her medicine in and she won’t touch it (as of the current moment rather go 30+ hours not eating then to eat the food in her bowl with the medicine with it)

All that to say, I am at my wits end. I don’t know what else to try doing for her. I’m starting to believe she has some seriously wrong with her brain or a tumor or something due to how bipolar these episodes are (she is literally purring curled up right beside me as I’m writing this while not even 30 minutes ago she jumped at me trying to attack me for walking past her in the hallway). I am asking for any advice, ideas, similar stories, ANYTHING I can get to help my little girl… she means more to me than life itself and the thought of having to put her down brings tears to my eyes as I’m even typing this. If you took the time to read this I deeply thank you, have a good day and God bless.