pheromone fen.

young old fen was lying there with his tongue hanging out, and i thought for a sec he had transitioned, but i roused him and soon learned he's on some meds that make him lethargic and he may be depressed, and who can blame him. i'm just glad he doesn't read truthout. 
i just heard that since the medical pot also made him lethargic he's now gonna try the pheromone collar, which is a new concept to me, but i think i was doing that with him this afternoon, nuzzling him and rubbing his little head with my pheromones. and it occurs to me that that's what i get from him, among others, pheromone therapy, and it's so much better than those damned pills i used to take, which caused more than they cured. 
i left my fond little mister with words like, i think you are getting better, i hope, i hope, now. and i'm thrilled about the pheromones.