I have a house cat named Harry. Harry is almost two years old. I recently had to put Harry on anti-depressants. His love for snacking on my ankles was just more than I can take and I realized he’s not “growing out of it”.
Let me just say for the record that I am completely aware of my first world problem. A bummed out cat who needs to be medicated puts me in a schmuck category that I may never overcome.
Next up I’ll be complaining that my weekly massage wasn’t strong enough and how I can’t wait until November to vote for Romney.
So here is Harry’s top 5 reasons he is on an anti-depressant:
I eat the same food every day and it’s just so dry. I long for variety.
My owner named me after a grumpy, old Jewish man. I’m just acting the part.
I’m not a lion.
I’ve been living a lie…I’m really an outdoor cat.
The number one reason Harry is on anti-depressants:
Have you met my owner? Enough said.