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Better living through chemistry

Believe it or not, the cats are on Prozac.

The vet says that no one at their practice has ever heard of a pair of established housemates going at it for this long after a vet visit.  I know that I'm guilty of terrible anthropomorphising, but I suspect that she's just pissed off.  I also have to wonder if part of this is a power grab - the boy has realized that the dominent cat is old, and creaky, and was weak, and thought to himself in his little walnut brain "THIS is my time!"

He's handsome, but not the brightest crayon in the box.

So they're both getting Prozac.  It's also the first time that my vet has felt obliged to drug *both* of the animals involved.  Sigh.  I'm "special."  Great.

So we'll see how it goes.  Because Upstairs Cat and Downstairs Cat is not an acceptable situation.  At least I'm able to hide it in the food for the time being (although Downstairs Cat may be on to us.)



Feb. 10th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)
They are such freakish little creatures.

I have some hope - Becket didn't feel the need to go upstairs and pick a fight last night, and Nishka actually got down off the bed and was playing with her toys. I don't know if those are good signs or not, but they're positive incidents. I was particularly pleased to see Nishka playing - I've been fretting about her retreat to our bed.

I'm hoping that medicating them will allow us to "reset."