I apologize for all this Boots reporting but every time something different happens, I want to share in hopes someone will come up with something I’m not thinking of. Today a reader mentioned overstimulation and I googled that and it may be the problem.
Here’s what happened today. I usually close the door to our bedroom but he does like to go in there and sleep . . somewhere . . I haven’t figure out where. Also, since our bedroom, even though it’s the main level, it’s the second floor since it’s a basement house. Our windows are up where he’s not ground level with whatever is going on. I fixed a Rubbermaid tote in front of the window, put a quilt on it and a sheet on top of that so he can sit there and look out the window without being eyeball to eyeball with any critters out there. I figured . . if he’s happy in our room and that helps him calm down, I can live with it.
I wasn’t sure where he was so I went in to see if he was in there and he was on our bed sleeping. After while, I decided to take a nap so I crawled in under the covers and he came over and curled up next to me. He was above the covers, I was underneath them. I read and never did go to sleep but the phone rang and I talked to a friend for a couple of minutes. Boots grabbed my foot, through the covers and started biting. I stopped him but then he came at my arm and was making that growling sound, ears back, pupils big and black. He was very angry and he was making sure I knew it. I had to hold his head against the bed to keep him from really biting me til I could get out of the bed, get a safer hold on him and take him downstairs.
I think I’m going to assume it may be overstimulation and try to work towards reducing the stimulants.
In Texas, there were no cars he could see. Here, from the windows in the bedroom and the side windows in the sewing room, he can see the street though there isn’t much traffic, there is some. He can hear sirens occasionally, which he couldn’t hear in Texas. Last night I even heard a dog bark. The two back windows have shrubs and trees close and there are lots of birds out there .. way more than he probably ever saw in Texas.
Upstairs he has me, laundry noises, toilets flushing, dishwasher running, oven timers going off, mixer, Rita – noises he never heard in Texas, plus my phone didn’t work in the sewing room so he never heard me talking on the phone. I was either talking to him or it was quiet.
I am going to leave him in the sewing room til Vince gets here. I’ll continue to go down there and knit or stitch. I keep projects down there so I don’t have to carry things back and forth upstairs/downstairs.
Maybe being upstairs is just too much for him to handle since he’s 8 years old and never been around this much activity. If he can happily live the rest of his years in the sewing room, we can spend time with him there and all will be well. I cannot go on being afraid of him. I am feeling better about the overstimulation possibility than anything else I’ve considered so far.