[When I was going through a terrible divorce], there was a night I had actually purchased sleeping pills--I just couldn't deal with the whole thing any more--but was not committed, completely, to taking them. I was on the sofa, crying uncontrollably, trying to make up my mind and my cat Guinnie sat on the back, watching me.
Just as I was really convincing myself, she walked over and slapped me. Seriously.
Well, she put out her paw and *held* my arm--with her claws, but not hard enough to draw blood--and stared at me. Of course, I translated it as, "Mom, you can do this. You can get through this. Chill."
And it worked. Threw the pills away, got some help, got through the divorce and have been very, very happy since.