Well, drugs ain’t gonna get Chaplin to stop biting me. Well, maybe they would, but they cause him to puke like the kid in The Exorcist, so I’m not going to find out. Poor dumb kitty.
Having taken Chaplin to the vet and determined that his tendency to use me as a chew toy isn’t caused by any underlying medical issue, the vet suggested putting him on Prozac for a couple of months. Let me repeat that: In order to get my cat to stop biting me, I have to make ...