Everyone gets the blues now and then, right? The problem really occurs when your blues start to change you. When they start to affect everyone around you. When they start making your house a place no one wants to be in. When people start loving you less and avoiding you because of how your behavior affects them. When you might even be driving everyone crazy enough that they secretly want to just lock you away...
Then it's time to step up and get help. Even if that help is in the form of a little pill. If it can fix things, if it can make you return to your happy, playful, non-anxious self, then it's worth it right? At least that's what the doctor said. That's why I went ahead and filled a prescription today.
For Prozac.
For FLOSSIE!
Yes, it's true. My cat has anxiety and depression. Am I living in Beverly Hills or something?! Who ever heard of a cat needing Prozac? AND VALIUM? But that is what Flossie's vet thinks will cure her of her desire to piddle all over the house ever since we moved. Oookay. Well, I'm game. Stuffing a pill into a little chicken-flavored pocket twice a day is better than hunting down cat pee with a black light and enzyme cleaner every night. It has to be. Right???
See, she's looking more mellow (and continent) already.
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Here's to Flossie! If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for the cat. Hang in there, sweet feline. It takes a while to kick in.
Maybe she has anorexia too. She's always been really skinny.
WHEEEEW! You had me scared there for a minute!
My first impression was, "Not YOU, Arianne! Not WHILE YOU'RE PREGNANT!
My second impression was, "Is she trying to get a message to me? But I'm already ON them!"
My third impression was, "Yes, she's a pretty cat, but she bites and scratches, and has never been loving. Maybe it's time for cat heaven."
And if any cat-lover friends suggest that maybe I'M ready for People heaven, tell them I've been ready to go for years! (Calm down, Lorie; take a Prozac!)
Poor girl! Hope it helps her. Moving is tough on everyone.
Flossie say relax.
I hope it works! I know you don't want to get rid of you.
I'm sorry, but this made me laugh hysterically. I hope Flossie starts feeling up soon.
No, I'm with you, L.
I could probably love a pet. But I'll always love my 2 year old berber and my new IKEA sofas more. That's just where my priorities lie.
I have a bottle of Valium I save for special times. But I heard once that Prozac tends to make people with the big "T" more twitchy. But it seems to be working for Flossie.
That is just about the craziest/funniest thing I have ever heard. I didn't even know cats could be medicated!!
Poor Kitty. But, that is hilarious. Please keep us updated on how it goes.
Side note: We used to have a cat that would pee down the heater vents. Ugh!
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