Some of you may be wondering how Roger's been doing on his meds. He did his two months of anti-depressants and intense cuddle therapy (ie sleeping on top of Jérôme). The end of the two months coincided with my business trip to Ireland so I can't be 100% that it's the meds working, but Roger is once again scratching his eyes out and licking his stomach and armpit raw (do cats have armpits?).
It looks like Roger will remain on the Zylkene for an unlimited length of time. That's €18,30 a month for our depressed cat. That's 70 diapers for Suzanne (yes, we buy cheap diapers but I swear the Label brand from Intermarché is better than pampers!).
When I went to the vet to get more feline meds, I said to the assistant that Roger is very smart and is probably doing this just so he can get some tuna every morning. But she either didn't understand my American humor or has seen too many depressed and self-mutilating cats in the past few days because she just gave me a look like I was evil incarnate for not taking Roger's condition seriously. Then she scolded me for not giving the cats heartworm pills for over 6 months.
The toy my sister sent the cats won't even cheer Roger up. But Suzanne really likes it. Poor Roger...I don't even want to think about what the move is going to do to him.
Wednesday 13 June 2007
Feline depression : it's no laughing matter
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2 comments:
Oh dear, well, I'm committed with this cat thing. But sound like we're in a better position adding the cat to the three year old monsters than the opposite. If I was in your place, I would probably be stealing his antidepressant medication.
PS: The French never get it when I try to make a joke. I don't think they have a real sense of humor.
Sounds like you're doing all you can to help the poor little guy. Some people probably wouldn't even bother getting meds for a depressed cat.
You've got a good heart Reb!
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