If you’ve been reading for a while, you know that Toby the Cat is psychotic. Part of it is hormonal. That’s being dealt with. But in the interim, Toby is getting a little assistance from pharma. I’m stunned by the difference.
I never thought I’d live to see the day that we gave a cat an anti-depressant but apparently that day has arrived. It’s brought relief to the cat who is soooo calm it’s kind of scary. And it’s brought peace to This D*mn House for the first time in I don’t even remember. Is that really our cat?
The cat sleeps. The cat eats. The cat plays. The cat uses his litterbox. The cat lets you pet him. He’s still not wild about you picking him up but he doesn’t go rigid when you do.
And because the cat sleeps, the people sleep, too. Three blissful consecutive nights now. I don’t remember when that last happened.
The cat doesn’t hiss (except when he’s being restrained to get the pill). The cat doesn’t yowl or growl. The cat doesn’t charge people or the dog. The cat doesn’t immediately bristle and begin screaming if the mother goes into the basement or out the door.
It’s almost like having a normal cat. I always knew this cat wasn’t wired quite right. Now I’ve got proof.