"Bastette" wrote in message
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Christina Websell wrote:

Well, I knew it would difficult, so I fooled the Boy. I prepared
his liquid
syringe and placed it on a stool next to me, then I sat in my chair
and put
a blanket over my knees.
After a while he jumped on for laptime, I covered him with the
blanket and
did the deed.
He needed it, as he was starting to mess about with his stitches and
licking
his front leg where his drip was so it was two hours early.
Now he won't come on my lap, it's too dangerous. I don't think
he'll fall
for that "on my lap, let me put the blanket over you" tomorrow.
Claire is prepared to help with his painklller tomorrow evening and
until
Friday if necessary when his meds will end. I hope I won't have to
ask her.
She came to the vets with me to pick him up and observed the vet
nurse
rolling him in a towel to tell me how to medicate him. Yes, he
does
flatcat there on the table, but he certainly won't do that here and
Claire
said afterwards "you might not be able to do that at home" She
knows him.
He fell for my sneaky trick of rolling him in my blanket today for
his
painkiller, but it's unlikely he'll do that tomorrow. I wish he
knew it was
for the best for him. but of course, he doesn't. He thinks that
I've
betrayed him by gathering him up and squirting something in his
mouth. And
he was well annoyed about that.
I wish he could connect it with feeling so much better in an hour
but atm
I'm a bad meowmie who tricks him into bad things in his mouth and my
lap is
not be trusted again.

If he's anything like Licky, he'll be back for more cuddles in no
time.

When I sneak up on Licky to give him a dose of topical flea treatment,
he
yowls as though being murdered, and then runs off, hissing at me with
every
bit of energy he has. 30 minutes later, he's begging for attention
again.
Short attention span.

--
Joyce

The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their
face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.
-- Paula Poundstone

Not the same thing at all, but it takes 3 of us to clip Pit2nya's
nails,
DH, is seated and holds. She is wrapped up in blanket, her back to
him.
Neighbor holds he by scruff of neck. I cut nails. P2nya howls.
I always have treats in my pocket for when we let her go,
and she scuffs them up and walks away like nothing happened. LOL

Sylvia