by Andere Richtingen » Sat Mar 24, 2018 10:42 pm
Lucy thanks all for their good wishes and bids me to continue telling the saga ...
Yesterday evening, feeling hopeful and reasonably cheerful after the morning's success, I placed LK in position on top of the tumble dryer with 1.5 tablets beside us and battle commenced. And it was a battle. She was absolutely NOT having those pills! Yes, I've had the instructions, seen the videos, I DO know how to get tablets into a cat. An ordinary cat, that is, not a swearing, biting, scratching, squirming, thrashing, alien thing with more legs than a cat should have! I lost count of how many times I got them into her throat, stroked her throat until she swallowed and still she spat them out. Eventually, I resorted to wrapping her in a huge towel like a strait jacket and I thought I'd succeeded but began to worry about both of our blood pressures. She went out and I feared she might never return. She did, an hour later after I'd annointed my wounds with iodine.
Already stressed about facing the same again this morning, I opened the back door to let her out for her early walk - and found a spat out tablet on the doorstep. I admit it. I cried.
When I'd stopped crying, I rang the Derby vets. Half an hour later, they rang back with the answer. Stop trying! Just discontinue and the ophthalmologist will call me in the next couple of days.
Madam is a tad subdued but knows she's won that round. Now I'm off to change my clocks and take my virus to bed.