Puppy the Cat has been diagnosed with "anxiety induced petite mal seizures". Basically, every time something upsets him, his little brain fires off a few random neurons and causes him to become lost in our house. Literally, he walks in circles downstairs. So he meows loudly until we find him. At 2 am. And 4 am. And 7 am...
So our vet prescribed Paxil so that he won't get anxious over stupid things (like a leaf falling from a tree). Kid you not, my cat is now on anti-depressants. He even has an account at Rite-Aid now for his prescriptions. I have to cut this itty-bitty pill into fourths. He eats his 1/4 pill with some kitty food off a spoon every night before dinner. He actually really likes "spoon food" now and comes running over when he sees the spoon.
On the plus side, we've been able to sleep every night this week because he actually goes to sleep at night now. Sleep is good.
Bunny the Cat, however, is now upset because Puppy won't chase her through the house 8 times a day. Now that he sleeps, the chasing-clawing-knocking-over-of-vases was cut back to 4 times a day. Darn
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Special Kitty
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