Here kitty, kitty, please share your Prozac with me.

By elizabethcassidy • January 20th, 2010

I live in a home that is overrun by four-legged friends. I would not have it any other way. And I am not weird or strange (unless I say I am) when it comes to having six cats and one big yellow lab as part of the family. Before we got Doris (1998-2009) our home was quiet. Walter, the Quiet Man, discovered that cats don’t have to live in a barn and eat mice. They can live in our house and ignore the mouse or two that wintered in our basement. We assumed the mice died of natural causes since there was no indication of foul play or a suicide note. Just a foul smell until my hero found the cause. Quite useful quiet ones can be.

But sometimes quiet can be nice.

I finally had to bring in our latest and oldest cat, Mickey, to the vet. Mickey had been living under the false pretenses that litter boxes are for other cats. I explained that our peaceful home had become a battlefield (and bathroom) due to a few personality clashes. $300 later they agreed with me. Could have saved a lot of money (translation- more shoes) if they listened to me in the first place. We both coughed up a fur ball but not before getting prozac for Mickey. Tuna flavored. Was told it goes well with red wine.

It is amazing what we will do to get some peace and quiet. All those products from ear plugs to 3 months on an ashram. I couldn’t do the latter without a razor and gum. And red wine. With a side of tuna prozac.

FYI – both Duncan and Mickey are on prozac but the fighting goes on. I find it does take the edge off for me. Walter, the quiet man, is getting used to my tuna flavored prozac breath. boxerkitty