Sully

Sully had been doing very well. And in some ways he is great. He loves the hubby, is great with the baby and plays with the kittens (I know they're nine months old, but they are still "the kittens). However, he hates me and had started peeing on things, like the floor, a chair and my favorite diaper bag. Add to that his habit of swatting at or biting me and I snapped.  The last straw was when he peed on the diaper bag in the five minutes it was in the foyer as I was packing my grandmother's things into the car to take her to a train station after she had visited with us.  I'll admit, euthanasia crossed my mind.  The only person I can really see giving him too is my father, but my step-mother is wickedly allergic to cats.  Dad loves Sully and his idiosyncrasies don't bother my father at all.  Unfortunately, allergies... So Sullivan Boo is back on the Prozac and gets isolated in the master bedroom with the hubby and Anya at night so he gets some personal attention.  I really hope this works.