Ok so I meowed too soon. It seems the mystical witches brew that is contained within a humble bottle of Feliway has weaved its magic after all. In an earlier post I described the anxiety-fuelled aggression that would overcome me some evenings, resulting in a most unpleasant shunning. It’s been a couple of months since Mama plugged in Copernicus’ Little Helper and the sweet pheromones pervaded the air. I’m calmer, have significantly reduced the unnecessary application of my fangs and even enjoy a dash of affection now and then. You could even try picking me up for a cuddle without the risk of too much blood-shed. Well not you, since I don’t know who you are but, you know after a few leg rubs… maybe.
The point is Feliway has helped me. I’m not a pill-pushing puss nor has Feliway provided me with free samples (although I wouldn’t say no), but if you’re finding yourself in a bit of a tizz, angry without reason or not entirely loving feline life, then give Feliway a whirl. And if you don’t like it, I’ll happily sniff your leftovers.
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