My cat’s on Prozac.


If you haven’t been following the Cat Situation, start here.

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So my New Year’s resolution to not actively despite my feline foe Marmaduke has been going surprisingly well, and I’ve even got my parents (somewhat) on board. He even sat next to me on the couch yesterday on purpose.

Look how close he allowed me to be. BFFS.

Look how close he allowed me to get. BFFS.

My mom’s been trying to figure out a way to get him to stop destroying everything in our house, or at least the things that our two idiot dogs haven’t already ruined, and we talked over the possibility of getting him declawed. After consultation with our vet, however, it turned out that declawing was a way bigger deal than we’d sort of figured it would be, although honestly, I don’t know what I was envisioning would happen. Maybe that they would just sort of super trim them down? I don’t know.

Anyways, the declawing route turned out to be a no go, because even though my family doesn’t really like the cat so much, we don’t want to torture the thing. So Mom took Marm in for a checkup and a talk with the vet, and the vet said that Marmaduke was depressed and really stressed out and anxious, so among other things like suggesting we buy a pheromone collar and a pheromone scenty thing, she put our cat on Prozac.

I’m going to let that sink in.

Prozac.

The anti-depressant.

Because my cat is depressed. 

It’s a cat, for heaven’s sake. Can’t we just toss a mouse at it? Do we have to start taking him to cat therapy and wean down his nip addiction and be extra sensitive about his feelings and emotions now? Should I ask him if he’s getting bullied by Tom and Jerry in the alleyway? Should I check if he’s been nipping down to the local pub for a pint?

Apparently he’s upset because we just had construction done in our house, because that’s a thing with cats. I wasn’t aware we have to discuss housing projects with the animals now. Our dogs walked around the new room a few times and got over it, but noooo the cat’s emotionally unstable. He can’t handle construcation because of his delicate constitution. 

Do you think he’s miffed about the paint colors we chose?

 

9 comments

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  2. Jennifer Elise

    So I don’t know if you tried/heard of this. But my friend’s cat was destroying everything and they got a plugin, like those fabreeze airfreshner plugins, of cat pheremones. Prozac somehow seems less weird than that… calmed the cat down though.

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