Ozzy is a fabulous cat. He comes when he is called and truly acts more like a dog than a cat. He has developed one large problem. . . his addiction to pharmaceuticals. It started with Fish Oil. He began by knocking my pill box off the dresser to pop it open in order to get to the Fish Oil gel tabs inside. He punctures them with his teeth and steps on them to squirt out the ooey-gooey fish oil gunk. It has progressed to Robert's meds. Robert is a diabetic so he has a large amount of pills he takes each day. Robert has to hide his pill box so the cat doesn't knock it over. Ozzy's drug of choice is Prozac. He gnaws up the caplet to spill out the meds. I have noticed the cat is calmer lately. . .
I am a little freaked out by this. Not only is the cat an addict, but I know the meds can't possibly be good for him. Lord have mercy, between the cat and Dustin, I am going to have a nervous breakdown . . . and we won't have anymore Prozac.
Memories on a wall (and in a phone)
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