Disclaimer: The cat is the only other girl in the house with me ~ she is forever forgiven on that fact alone

While at #Mom2Summit, DH was tasked with taking AK to the vet. Now anyone who has tried putting their lovely little moody clawed animal in a pet carrier can already sympathize with the poor guy ... he said it went smoothly, I still don't believe him.

As I'm sitting in the middle of a session I see that he's calling me {I ignore it, I'm taking in the whole "I'm with my people" experience} Then I see that he's left a message. Hmmm, it can at least wait until the speakers are done. Next comes the text "call me". Oh, for crying out loud! 

I shut my phone off.

When I did finally put my big girl panties back on & return his call he informed me that 'my' cat was stressed out & needed to be put on Prozac.

Okay, that one stopped me in my happy tracks.

Seriously?? Cats can be put on Prozac?

So, how did we get here? {you may be wondering}

Well, the damn AK was licking the inside area of her two front legs {raw} & we were worried she had ringworms.

Nope, she's just crazy.

Now, an antibiotic {to ward off any possible self-inflicted infection}, a prescription for Prozac & 75 bucks later ... she's still licking herself raw.

When explaining to F5 about poor Psycho Kitty in my home I proclaimed "we raise 'em psycho in our house ... didn't you get the memo?"

As we all laughed, I pathetically pondered the thought ~ "well if the teenager runs low on anti-depressants, he can borrow the cat's". Yea, that's when I decided to laugh harder, instead of cry.

Thanks for reading...

TOAM