by Andere Richtingen » Fri Mar 23, 2018 6:31 pm
Shortly after my last posting, a strange thing happened. I got LK's tablet-and-a-half ready, spread out an old towel on top of the tumble dryer (just a convenient height and size for the task), picked up LK and sat her on the towel, protesting quite vocally. Then, instead of struggling and squirming, biting and clawing, with only very token resistance, she let me drop the tablets into her mouth, hold her jaws shut until she swallowed - after which, with a slightly outraged squawk, she scampered outside to recover her dignity. Wow!
OH reckons it's because she's had the sense to realise that less struggle means less stress but I don't know that cats really are that logical. It does, however, chime with the eye drops saga a few weeks ago. I was dreading administering eye drops to a cat - especially as the more she struggled, the more likely it was my hand would slip with the dropper bottle and I'd end up damaging her corneas. The first few days were a nightmare blur of fur, claws and protest but by day 4 she'd somehow grasped the idea and, when she saw the bottle appear, would come and position herself on my knee or beside me, back towards me and head tipped back all ready for the drops. What a little love! We'll see what happens with tonight's pills.
Dita, my late MiL always reckoned getting tablets down OH or his brother was always like that! She was still crushing medicines in jam or peanut butter for them up to the time they left school. Fortunately, he's now outgrown these tendencies. If he could also outgrow his other schoolboy habit of filling his pockets with junk and old nuts, screws, and bits of string, I'd be a happy woman.
Poor Trixie, and poor Viv. That lovely human-feline bond really has taken a pounding in your case and I feel saddened reading your posts about this. If only they could be hypnotised into acceptance and understanding.