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Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

My Cat Needs Prozac

No, this isn't a mental health joke. My cat literally needs Prozac. Didn't realize that they made cat Prozac? Neither did I.

This is Jodie. I got Jodie when I was in graduate school and lived alone. She was a 3 month old farm cat that my brother's friend was finding a home for. She was this sweet tiny little thing, no more than 2 1/2 lbs, that would sleep on the corner of my pillow and sleep on my desk while I did homework. Such a good little friend. 


Several years later, however, she's an annoying mess that purposely pees on shit that is important to us. It's like she KNOWS. The kids' Mickey Mouse couch, the bathmat in front of the toilet - right where your feet would go, my favorite work bag, Jeff's hoodie...heck, she even peed on Ginny once when she was a tiny baby. I can't make this stuff up. We thought she was lonely, so we gave her attention...doesn't help. We changed her food, gave her more privacy, payed extra attention to her littler box, got new toys....nothing helped. 

Finally, we found her old vet records and brought her to the vet for a visit. Yeah, yeah, we hadn't really brought her to the vet since we moved here, but there was no real reason to - she's an inside cat. Jeff brought her in this morning and the vet thinks she's stressed and this is how she's acting out. I've had friends suggest that before, but we thought we could make an effort to control her environment as a fix. Apparently not. 


After a husband, four apartment moves, two kids, and a dog, my little cat roomie basically hates life and lets us know this on the reg. Don't get me wrong, I can see how all that is stressful; Lord knows it stresses me out. The options are rehoming or medication and, on a logistics front, I'm aware enough to know that a 7 year old cat with an anxiety problem isn't exactly in high demand for adoption and she doesn't deserve to sit in a cage or be euthanized. Medication it is. 

I have no idea how much this is going to cost us, but apparently chicken flavored Prozac will be mailed to the house for Miss Jodie's anxiety. It sounds so absurd to me, but if this works, I don't even care. The positive of all of this is that at least she doesn't mark up furniture or carpeting - just laundry baskets of clothes, book bags, blankets, etc. On a recommendation from a friend, we picked up Anti Icky Poo - an enzyme based spray cleaner that removes the strong animal smells from surfaces. So far it works really well, but hopefully we won't need to use it for very long.


Thursday, January 16, 2014

Roam Free!

Growing up, I remember my dogs always having free reign of the house whether we were home or not. With Penny, we decided to crate train her since she was a puppy, we live in an apartment, and there are a LOT of shoes and toys and kid things all over my house perfect for chewing. Like my poor Converse sneakers that were a victim of a puppy attack last summer.



She's done really well with the crate and I think she actually enjoys having her own little space, but I feel bad putting her in there when I know she just wants to sleep on our bed all day while we're at work. I'm not worried about accidents in the house; she's been very, very good about letting us know when she needs to go outside. It's just the chewing.

In a daring and completely random decision, on my lunch break today I cleaned up as much around the house as I could to avoid chewing temptation....and left her out.

NOTHING WAS EATEN! Thank the puppy gods. Day one worked out. Here's to many more. Aside from her being a happier dog with the freedom to go in her crate or not, it also keeps me more accountable to put my shoes away (bad habit that annoys the crap out of Jeff) and clean up the kids' toys before we leave for work and daycare. It is a good thing all around.

May no more shoes be chewed.