We once moved from Tucson to LA with two one year old cats, a male and a female.  The wife got trancs from the vet. He instructed her to put the pills in little balls of hamburger, which she did.  However, the male quickly ate them both. By the time we had been on the road an hour, the male was walleyed stoned, disoriented and freaked.  This was in '73, before crates became so popular.  Fortunately, I was driving and he preferred the wife, on whom he proceeded to barf. Then he was lurching around the vehicle and yowling for another four hours before going to sleep. The female was fine.

If sanity be culturally normative, then by the norms of this culture I claim insanity.