Gump has been surrendered over to the animal clinic. A vet tech is going to take him home if he proves out to be non-combative under their care in isolation for the next few days. I am grateful because otherwise, this beautiful kitten’s ticket was going to be punched. I can’t have him here as a danger to Mike and the others, I can’t make him a lifer here without putting him on Prozac (not a fan) and I can’t adopt him out. My vet said they will euthanize him if he proves to actually attack the tech and her family or someone on staff. My bet is in a few days time, that attack will come.
That just breaks my heart, that poor little guy. What ever is in him, through no fault of his own. It is a shame, who knows what darkness makes him do the things he does. What ever the outcome I hope he has peace.
Some animals, like some people are mentally ill. Poor Gump may be hallucinating or something that makes him do what he does.
I feel very bad for Gump. Whatever happened to him before he came to you destroyed his chance for lasting happiness. But he had it briefly with you. Unfortunately, you can’t live always on your guard. Sometimes life makes it so that even your best isn’t enough.