Shock attack: My cat tried to kill me

Sydney at 8 weeks olds
Sydney at 8 weeks olds
Sydney at 9 weeks old
Sydney at 9 weeks old
Sydney at 9 weeks old
Sydney at 9 weeks old

Sweetness and light

Only two days old, able to fit in my hand, I held my little boy.


Everyone always wants a female puss because they don't spray to the same extent but there was only 2 girls in this litter of 6 and both were spoken for. So, I spent time with all the kittens, week after week until the time came to choose one. The breeder recommended a beautiful little male who was soft and loving but still playful too. I took him. To tell the truth I loved them all and I just wanted to offer any of them a home.


I was worried though because he would have to remain an indoor cat given that I lived beside a main road and all my neighbours had pit bulls and staffies.


Sydney, which was the name I later gave him, settled in well and loved to play then sleep and play and sleep. I had him litter trained within the first couple of hours and he was always very good at making sure he made it to the tray in time.


I had no idea that this little sweetheart would grow up to be a huge alpha male tom cat that would send me off to hospital with multiple wounds. A few of which only about a centimetre from one of my main arteries...

Typical puss...

So, my little boy grew and grew and grew! As did his obsession with anything bag or boxlike! He was ok as an indoor cat to start with but he spent most of his days looking out the window wishfully. He even tried to catch birds through the glass!

A new way to appreciate a KFC
A new way to appreciate a KFC
New shoes...
New shoes...
LOVED these crisps - he used to actually rob me blind!
LOVED these crisps - he used to actually rob me blind!
A little more in my shopping bags than I was after
A little more in my shopping bags than I was after
At 9 months old in Scotland, before the move.
At 9 months old in Scotland, before the move.
This is just him relaxing, not yet fully grown, when we arrived at our new place in Hungary
This is just him relaxing, not yet fully grown, when we arrived at our new place in Hungary
Getting comfortable with the new place at 10 months old
Getting comfortable with the new place at 10 months old

New pastures...

I feel the first mistake I made was keeping him as an indoor cat. He loved to play and had a real hunting instinct despite coming from a long line of indoor cats on both sides. My second mistake was not neutering him... too much testosterone and nowhere to put it...


And finally, when offered the job of a lifetime in Hungary, we moved house but across Europe.


The first two weeks were aweful. He was so agressive and would attack me without warning. Back home whenever I would see he was in this mood, I'd just casually go into another room for an hour until it passed. But in Hungary, I could rarely see it coming! ne minute he wanted cuddles and the next he was attached to my arm with his teeth sunk in. The bites got deeper and deeper. He wanted out and he wanted to dominate the house, including me, in any way he could.


Not to mention that he didn't stop growing at 1 year old like most cats... no, he continued to grow right up until he was 18 months old and he was bigger than your average male cat, for sure. Not easy to fend off, although, he would normally only bite once or twice and then run and hide. I couldn't hit him, so I used to spray him with water. That only worked for long though...

The attack... 20 months old

He settled down after the first month or so and was back to his usual loving self, most days. However, sometimes he'd just switch and attack me for no visable reason then 2 minutes later, he would want hugs again - not that he'd get them that quickly though. Whenever I got that feeling that he was about to switch I'd either distract him with food or I'd go into another room again until it passed.


I loved him so much and I didn't understand his "split personality". Many friends said they wouldn't handle it and they have to to give him away or something but I believe that if you take on an animal, then you see it through. I have always loved animals, possibly more than people... when I was younger, if I was upset, spending time with any animal would always cheer me up faster than a person trying to make me laugh or anything like that.


So, I kept him and I just tried where possible to avoid the attacks. Especially as they weren't all the time, you know. Most of the time he just wanted my love and not my blood!


But then came the final day where he left me no choice but to give him up or risk my life...


I'd taken a funny turn the night before and was taken to hospital as they feared I had a swollen vein in my head that may burst and cause a heamorrhage. So, I was told to take the week off and rest after a night in hospital.


On my first morning of my "time off" I woke up at 8am, gave Sydney his food and some fresh water, cleaned his litter tray and let him have the run of the house while I went back to bed for an hour or two. I dosed and relaxed until 11am and then decided that I had to rise. I went to the bathroom where I was met by a semi normal Sydney. Initially he was rubbing against my leg and giving me love. Then I noticed a strange look in his eyes, but not even like the normal attaching look. He just didn't look like Sydney at all... I brushed it off and headed for the kitchen to get him a little more food in order to distract him, just in case...


On my way to the kitchen, I had this horrible sinking feeling - like something horrible was about to happen. I stopped in my trcks because of it. I was scared but I didn't know why. I turned and in that very second Sydney lounged far higher than normal and sunk his teeth deeper than ever before into my upper thigh. I grabbed him and threw him off and screamede from the pain and shock of it. But he jumped again, this time at the other thigh, his teeth went right into my muscles and caused me to fall over a suitcase that was behind me. For him, this was perfect. He continued to atack and attack. He tore open the bottom of my left leg, bit into my knee cap with his teeth going in behind it. I tried to scramble to my feet, terrified and shocked at what was happening. He jumped at me several more times. I managed to block about half of those, as I have very fast reflexes - unfortunately not fast enough to block them all. He then attached himself to my left arm and caused a deep muscle tear there too...


Then again at the side of my thighs, making me fall on my back again. He jumped on my arm for the second time but this time we were face to face as I was on the ground. I knew in that instant that if I didn't do something fast, he would kill me. He was next to my neck, what if he went there next? I'd have no chance! So I grabbed his face, putting my thumb and middle finger under his top jaw to break the lock he had on my arm. Once off I held him down by his neck, not harshly, because I still couldn't hurt him - just enough to keep him secure and to let him know that I was strong too.


I put my other hand under his bum to launch him lightly into the kitchen and slammed the kitchen door, so he could no longer attack me. I looked at my blood all around and realised how severe my injuries were. I tried to get up but I couldn't. My legs were torn up so badly and my muscled were very damaged.


I pulled myself along my hallway floor to my front door. Pulled myself up to standing using the door handle and scrambled out screaming for help to my neighbours. My next door neighbour came to my rescue, her face turning white to yellow when she noticed my injuries. She couldn't understand how a cat could do so much damage. I looked like I'd been in a fight with a warewolf, not a regular house cat.


She helped me back into my house when I told her he was locked in the kitchen. She sat me down and said that she was going to her place to call the ambulance. Moments after she left I felt so dizzy and sick, I went to run back out because I didn't feel right. I kept falling over and eventually fainting as I got out my front door for a second time. I woke up a few minutes later on my couch. My neighbour and her husband had carried me back.


The ambulance took more than an hour to arrive because of a snow storm that day. I asked for towels in the meantime to do some basic first aid and stop the bleeding.


After my hospital visit, the question of what to do with Sydney became a heart breaking reality... I had no choice but to have him put down. I couldn't keep him, what if he killed me next time? I could rehome him him... what if he attacked them and they weren't so lucky. He only just missed the arteries in my legs - both! If he was responsible for taking someone's life - I'd never forgive myself... He had to be put to sleep. We called a vet to come and take him away but when I answered he entered and saw that both my legs were bandaged from top to bottom and my arm too, he refused to open the kitchen door in case Sydney attacked him. He continued by telling me that he couldn't take him anyway because there was no space at his centre. I was like, you can't really expect me to keep him locked up in my kitchen do you? He asked if I had an animal travel box, which I did. A good sized one too and so I assumed that he was going to put him in there. Instead, he said well that's where he needs to go for now but that he wouldn't be doing it...


So, against everyone's advice, I hoped Sydney's love of boxes would prevail as I pulled the kitchen door open just a crack. Eeveryone in the room took several steps back as I held myself up by the kitchen door handle, severe muscle cramps and all. Thankfully, he went in curious as ever and seemed to be normal Sydney again.


The vet then told me that this box was now his bedroom, bathroom and living room and that I was not to open the cage for anything. He would arrange for someone from another animal centre to come for him the next day. However, because of the snow storm, roads were closed for the next two days... this truly broke my heart. I knew I couldn't take the chance of letting him out because I was in no state to fend him off, if he did attack again. Yes, I knew he'd be put down but I hate to see an animal suffer this way. I fed him through the cage and gave him water using a sports bottle. Two days later, the man from the animal centre at the nearby town came for him.


They observed him for two weeks to check for rabies, then he was put to sleep :(


I miss him so much although I know it was for the best. I still have dreams about him and the occassional nightmare about the attack. It is one of those situations where you just don't know how to feel...

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Comments 6 comments

Rachel Summers 3 years ago

Hi Aiysha, Rachel here :) Hope you're keeping fine in Hungary, that is really sad to hear that about Sydney. It's not good that he attacked you, I don't understand what caused him to be like that, but it was for the best that he was put down.

Hopefully we will keep in touch a bit more! I have been keeping in contact with Graeme, he is now in Xi'an City, China teaching English and he loves it!


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Billrrrr 3 years ago from Cape Cod

This is a very gripping story. During my life I have had eight cats, including two that lived over twenty years. All my cats were loving and great companions; but I have heard of one other attack like yours. The woman involved was also seriously injured. I think that in a tiny percentage of house cats, a bit of the feral remains. In such cases, we have no choice but to put the animal to sleep. You did the right thing.


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Meisjunk 3 years ago from Pennsylvania

Did it turn out that he had rabies or not? =/ I'm so so sorry you had to go through this! *hugs* I would have been so terrified. I hope that it was an anomaly and not part of his normal personality (which by your description of how loving he could be, is my biggest hope!).

My thoughts are with you.


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Aiysha17 3 years ago from UK Author

@Rach - Aw hun it is great to hear from you! It is funny that you should comment on this because the day before you wrote on here I was searching all over facebook for you but I couldn't find your page :/ I really wanted to catch up :( I'm back home in the middle of August if you want to have a coffee? Let me know Sis :)


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Aiysha17 3 years ago from UK Author

@Bill - Yeah, I'd never heard of this happening with a cat. I've heard stories about pitbulls lol but never house cats. However, one of my collegues was teaching an English class and they were debating an article in a newspaper about a similar event. They didn't believe it was true, then 2 weeks later they heard about me and they were so shocked by it.


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Aiysha17 3 years ago from UK Author

@Meisjunk: No, there wasn't rabies. They said exactly that - he must have just been an anomoly and lost it :/ Personally, I think it was the snow storm that set him off. Animals are sensitive to that kind of thing and maybe it manifested in projected agression and that's why he went loopy :/ It is so sad, I really miss him.

It is safe to say that I won't be wearing a skirt in the near future. It was 2 months ago now and I have huge red scars all over my legs and arm. It is strange, I don't normally scar for anything but these were just too deep I guess.

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