We returned home last night after two weeks in Southern Florida. From the 80s in Key Largo to the 30s in central Illinois. We were not looking forward to the weather but I was soooooooo happy to get back to my bed and pillow. On the home front, we were regularly in touch with our cat sitter who is wonderful with our cats. She understands their issues and doesn't get mad at them when they act out. Sassy, apparently, was back to her old tricks, pooping on the carpet. She had been using the box when we left after an extended stay in lock up. It could be separation anxiety. This morning I asked her if she had to go potty and she hopped right in the box and went. Fingers crossed. Sadie has been on her pill for about eight weeks. She has been using the box regularly, we've found no marking around the doors in several weeks. The Prozac needs about six weeks to really start working according to the ASPCA web site. While we hate to medicate her, our alternative is to return her to the shelter. We've tried every other suggestion we've found and she still would mark the doors. The only downside besides having to give her a pill every day is it seems to make her more unwilling to be affectionate, to be touched or brushed. I've picked her up several times since we got home and once she even purred but that's the exception, not the rule. Carl hasn't been able to touch her without growling.
Just before we left we noticed what I considered 'play' among the cats. They were chasing each other. No growling or hissing, just a little back and forth which encouraged us that someday, they might actually enjoy each others company.
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