In our ongoing cat piss war, we have reached what may be the last resort with the primary culprit; Molly does it on occasion but Nemo is a daily problem.
It sounds funny but we didn’t have anything left to try. The list of failures is rather long: black pepper, additional litter boxes, anti-biotics if it were an infection, paper-based litter, etc. Prozac or something for cat anxiety is now the current remedy. Personally I don’t see why Nemo should be suffering from anxiety. He has plenty to eat, numerous spots to drink from, a choice of FIVE litter boxes to do his business in, a favorite sleeping location the other three cats have no interest in taking, he’s obviously well rested and Somara pets Nemo at least once a day. Hell, I even pet the little bastard when half the time I want to strangle him after I find his whiz puddles.
However, he is our cat and responsibility.
Nemo received his first two doses yesterday and much to our surprise this morning, no pee on the floor despite no change in everybody’s routine. We remain cautiously optimistic though. Nemo could be lulling us into a false sense of security (he has before) or worse, Prozac may have the same detrimental effect it proved on a small population of teenagers. No, I don’t think he’ll commit suicide. I fear it might make him more anti-social and aggressive.
Fingers crossed and may my next entry be about the merits of having a cat medicated.