I was thinking along those lines myself - a hapless 'intruder' bore the
wrath of the kitties furor!

That was my thought as well, back when I lived in Alabama and Eliza was in
her prime I used to come home to a house full of feathers and bits of bird
quite frequently. It looked like somebody had carried out a controlled
explosion of Bluejay in the living room, ugh!

Caroline, purrs and prayers that things work out for the best, whatever that
turns out to be. Please keep us updated.
Jazz & his mama

Is there a room that you can set up just especially to put one or the other
of the hostile cats in when you are gone? Window, tree, litter box food,
maybe a radio or tv? This is how I survived with Pearl and Grant and Sugar
for a long time. I had them together ONLY when I was there. It was much less
stressful for them, and I alternated who got the room when. Even if the room
just had a chair by a window or something with the ammenities, they will be
comfortable. It sure worked wonders and it still helps if someone gets too
excited. I pop the "offender" (either Grant "stalking" Pearl - he's really
not aggressive but it annoys the p*ss out of her) or Pearl sitting and
making noises at Grant or chasing Sugar. Seems to settle whoever out. More
often than not, by the time I open the door a half hour later, whoever is in
there is settled in the window and comes out when ready. It's a thought.

Karen

Maybe he had a crystal lodged near the tip and cutting the tender
flesh and letting drops of blood come out? I once had a gallstone
lodged that let bile flow freely so it ate holes in my guts. I reckon
any kind of these stones have sharp edges.

HUGS!! Perhaps it would help to have everything on a rigid schedule;
if that is possible. I know from experience cats are creatures of
habit and would love a schedule.

--
CATherine

Many, many purrs coming over that you hang in there and that Fizz's crystals
clear up, and he calms down when they do.

Work, school, and baby sounds like too much to do!  I think most
people would find two out of those three more than enough.  I'm glad
you're far along on school now.

Caroline,

When I lived in Arizona and had 4 cats (all huge Maine Coons) living with me
in a 225' sq. house, two of them - Whitefoot and Safford - were mortals
enemies for a while.

Safford was the younger one and a litter mate of Cotton, who Whitefoot
absolutely adored. Whitefoot also got along well with his own litter mate
and sister, Nia, who also loved Cotton. Nia was not fond of Safford but she
didn't go out of her way to anagonize him the way Whitefoot did. Safford
would always run screaming from Whitefoot, who would chase and beat him up
mercilessly and relentlessly, many times a day. This went on for a LONG
time, and finally, I had to seek a solution.

What finally cured the situation was the intrusion of a common enemy. It was
an unintended result of having to take care of my ex's cat, but before it
happened I tried other ideas which I now regret.

Since Whitefoot had seniority in the household, I persuaded a soft-hearted
friend who had a houseful of cats and dogs that there's always room for one
more. She was glad to take Safford in but after a while it was clear that
Safford wasn't holding up under the stress. She a young cat that looked a
lot like Whitefoot, and this cat would stalk Safford whenever he went to the
food dish. He only wanted to play, but Safford assumed he was going to be
terrorized, and would stop eating and go hide.

Safford was getting so thin and haggard that I ended up taking him home, and
giving Whitefoot to her instead. It almost broke my heart to let Whitefoot
go, and I think Whitefoot was brokenhearted too. And her dogs times chased
and scared him half to death. So, after a short time, I took Whitefoot back
home too.

Around this time, my ex-husband brought Graybar, a cat I had found in a
dumpster as a kitten, to stay with us for a while. Graybar had spent time
with us in the distant past, when he was much younger, and had gotten along
reasonably well with everyone. This time, even thought Graybar acted like a
gentleman at all times, all four of my cats were displeased by his presence.

From that day forward, Whitefoot started treating Safford with the same
tenderness he showed toward his sister and Cotton, and they became best
buddies for life. In fact, when Safford was killed by a passing motorist
after we moved to Missouri, Whitefoot grieved heavily for a long time.

So think about this.... Maybe you can "borrow" a cat that both Fizz and
Pippin dislike, and see if having a common enemy for a while will cause them
to bond. It might work, and for sure has to be better than the broken hearts
that will surely result from giving any of your furkids away.