My cat started going off on me and my boyfriend about a year ago. she was four.-- I had never treated her poorly--she was there in the AM on my bed, in the PM on my bed, on my lap at the computer, table, sofa whatever--she had toys and lots of love and attention. She had never been left alone for long periods of time. Her attacks didn't get any better and we could not pinpoint a specific situation which would "trigger" her--several things were reasonable cause for minor fright, like moving a box or a newspaper suddenly falling, but nothing which would cause such craziness. She's 8 pounds and when she went off, she went to kill. Literally--big eyes, ears back, puffy, and worst of all, wailing like a banshee, loud. On two occasions, she scratched enough to draw blood. On the third occasion, she bit my boyfriend twice--once on his arm and once on his leg. She Scratched him on his back, his arm (went for his face, why???) , his legs and well, basically wanted to mince him. (that's when wer got her declawed) We never had and don't have a reason to believe she would have any sickness like rabies because she's been indoors her entire life and we would have known long ago if such was the case. Can anyone provide insight???? There's another part to this story: Neither my boyfriend or I can understand what caused her to go mental. The final time the cat went off (and final time because the bf said goodbye cat), I did get her by the scruff enough to get her into another room, but she was crazy much of the day. I closed the door and she slammed herself into it--her being on the other side. Later on in the day, she was in the bathroom--no big deal--she'd go in there with me and drink the water from the sink all the time. Well, I happened to close the door this time and she went off again--wailing, hissing, and worst, trying to climb my leg and get to my face (thank god we had her declawed). When she realized she couldn't climb me, and when I realized she couldn't climb me, I stopped panicking and started saying loudly, firmly--BASIL, NO. Repetitively. After about the 5th time would't you know she stopped and just laid on her side and looked up at me as if nothing ever happened? Now that's a control issue and I won, sort of--the boyfriend said she had to go. She went. She's living with a foster family because all in all she's a sweet thing, but if a 190 pound guy is petrified by an 8 pound cat, it's time to make a couple changes...and it isn't the boyfriend who has the problem of course. It's the cat. :?