Then, he had a seizure. Borderline, but still - he kind of fell over and flopped about, legs stiff as a board, lying on his side with his tail pointing straight up at the ceiling. Needless to say I freaked out royally, took him straight back to the vet, the emergency vet said, take him off the Prozac for a few days and see if that helps. He's been off Prozac for two days and he seems to be getting back to normal - but I am paranoid that he will start peeing and spraying again and I'm following him around like a mad thing.
Then, on Sunday... my computer tossed its cookies in a major way. Everything went screwy, a piece of "software" kept telling me I needed to pay 74 bucks to get a "full version of it" because it needed to clean up my system, I couldn't boot up, nothing. The computer went to cyberhospital on Monday morning, and that's where it stayed for TWO DAYS. It came back this afternoon, and touch wood, things seem to be working now. But I was without a working computer for two days and I didn't know if it would live or die, and it came back with a diagnosis that even with a virus checker and scanner and scrupulous monitoring it had STILL somehow managed to rack up ELEVEN VIRUSES which were playing merry hob with its innards. TOUCH WOOD TOUCH WOOD TOUCH WOOD it seems to be home and recovered.
But I am a wrung out dishcloth. I really don't know if I could take anything else major going wrong right now without taking the rest of the cat's Prozac stash and curling up into a fetal ball in a darkened room...
