My 81-yr-old cousin's cat hates me. We were fine for 10 days here at the house, but whenever the cat is with-me and Pandora together, she turns into a velociraptor. (The cat, not Pandora.) I brought Lupia over to visit Pandora this afternoon. They allow pets at the convalescent and rehab center for visits, but not overnight. When I tried to bring Lupia home, she attacked me. Hissed, growled, spat, clawed, bit. I've never been bitten by a cat before. She sank her teeth right into my hand--twice--once through bare skin, and after that, right through Pandora's coat, which I was using to throw over her. When a cat refuses to be picked up, you're supposed to throw a blanket or something over them and grab them by the scruff of the neck. Yeah, right. I now have vampire bites on my hand--do I need a rabies or tetanus shot or something? I hope not, because I'm tired and I'm going to bed. (Luckily, an aide had her claws trimmed while she was still in NY, so the scratches are no big deal. For those of you who don't know, I flew to NYC about 10 days ago, and picked up my cousin to bring her down here to live. She thinks she's just here for a bit of rehab but this is it. She's got memory loss and cannot walk.) I worked for nearly 3 hrs trying to get that cat out of Pandora's room. What a night! On top of it, Pandora kept telling me what to do to lure the cat--I even went to 7-Eleven and bought cat food, fed her milk that the nurses brought--and she ate like she was starving, for all of 2 seconds, then retreated under the TV into an opening in the TV stand. Of course, pulling out a cornered animal never works. I got a broom at one point and tried to slide her off the shelf, and Pandora said, "Don't, you're scaring her." I wasn't sure whether to smack Pandora or the cat with-the broom. If that had been my animal, it would be dead meat right now. The nurses said I could leave the cat for the night ... but the nurses are all afraid of her, so Pandora is not going to get her bedpan changed or get any pain pills. I told the nurse to open the door a crack and throw the pain pills across the room and she said, "Fine by me." I had to pet my cats and dog when I got home, just so I could re-orient myself as to how a normal, well-trained animal should behave. I didn't realize I was shaking until I petted them. I'm bringing a calming spray and kitty sleeping pills with-me in the a.m. How do you give a cat a sleeping pill? Where do you find those dart guns they use on wildlife TV shows? How am I going to find a permanent home for this cat? husband is very allergic.