Tonight Sullivan Boo got his first dose of Prozac. Unlike Anya, who is on the medication for anxiety, Sully is taking Prozac for aggression issues. He attacks anyone who isn't Will. He has taken to following me around and biting my achilles tendon, or lunging at my arm when I'm laying on the couch, or attacking me while I'm preparing myself something to eat. Will has started crating him when he bites, but it does nothing and when I do it, he bites me the second I let him out of the crate. Will won't concider re-homing him but we both know this is unsafe for the baby. Hence the meds.
A dear friend of mine did point out that when Sully was at the hospital he came very close to dying more than once. To have that drive to fight to live, as well as the potential for brain damage, means this cat would never be easy. Will loves him though, and he adores Will. So I'll do what I can to make him a good cat.
My baby is kicking so much Anya doesn't want to be on my belly.
