damn animals

I didn't want to start my first post about a cat. How UTTERLY lame. But, I was reading about anxiety and how it is treated in cats. My cat took about a year to be completely comfortable around me, and now that I've moved in with my boyfriend the whole process has started all over again... when Peter is home (and not sleeping) the damn cat hides. And if he DOES come out and runs into Peter he'll run and hide or start this pitiful squeeking because he can't meow properly. UGH now I have to pay for zoloft (SSRI's-selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors) for a damn cat. Who would have thought?