Smarter than the average human...
Dec. 27th, 2005 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxI have become mostly immune to being out witted by my critters. Especially #1 Kitty, Frankie. She's a very intelligent beast and makes great delight and sport of confounding me.
Tonight's conundrum: How to get her out from under the claw footed tub long enough to do a hot compress and give a dose of antibiotics.
Fortunately, I remembered--somewhat belatedly--that the last time this happened she'd been off food for a few days because her mouth hurt so she couldn't chew crunchies! Ah HAH! She's HUNGRY! Across the street I go to get luscious, soft, cat food in a can! The snick of the lid being pulled from the can was enough to bring her downstairs, still feigning disinterest.
Both Dork Dog and Lard Butt cat thought the treat should be for them, so each got at taste, while I had to half walk, chase Franken Kitty to the stairs where she agreed to sit still and allow me to present a small glass plate filled with Beef-n-Gravy. She let me pet her while she ate, mostly I think, because she realized I was body blocking the ravenous dork dog (who will eat anything dead, not nailed down...dead being negotiable).
Mommy trick #2, turn on the electric heater. Even ill, or maybe especially ill, Frankie is a heat-seeking kitty. Once she was successfully anchored to the heater, I was able to get a hot wet compress prepared and seized her before she knew what was going on and held it to her chin. The swelling is already well down, they must have drained a LOT from her. Her snowy white chest however is streaked red and gunky, so besides holding the hot cloth to her chin, I also tried to wipe some of her fur.
She didn't like that.
I'm sure the top of my hand will stop bleeding before bedtime.
It's going to be a long week.
P.S. I reached across the counter to pay for the cat food. I was wearing my blue fleece jacket I wore to the vets. I glanced at my arm as I held out money and realized I was COVERED in cat hair. When she's stressed she sheds like a porcupine ejects quills, I mean ALL OVER. I may have to drink a cup of olive oil before bed so that I'm not coughing up hairballs myself. Sheesh. And that fleece was just washed Sunday.
Tonight's conundrum: How to get her out from under the claw footed tub long enough to do a hot compress and give a dose of antibiotics.
Fortunately, I remembered--somewhat belatedly--that the last time this happened she'd been off food for a few days because her mouth hurt so she couldn't chew crunchies! Ah HAH! She's HUNGRY! Across the street I go to get luscious, soft, cat food in a can! The snick of the lid being pulled from the can was enough to bring her downstairs, still feigning disinterest.
Both Dork Dog and Lard Butt cat thought the treat should be for them, so each got at taste, while I had to half walk, chase Franken Kitty to the stairs where she agreed to sit still and allow me to present a small glass plate filled with Beef-n-Gravy. She let me pet her while she ate, mostly I think, because she realized I was body blocking the ravenous dork dog (who will eat anything dead, not nailed down...dead being negotiable).
Mommy trick #2, turn on the electric heater. Even ill, or maybe especially ill, Frankie is a heat-seeking kitty. Once she was successfully anchored to the heater, I was able to get a hot wet compress prepared and seized her before she knew what was going on and held it to her chin. The swelling is already well down, they must have drained a LOT from her. Her snowy white chest however is streaked red and gunky, so besides holding the hot cloth to her chin, I also tried to wipe some of her fur.
She didn't like that.
I'm sure the top of my hand will stop bleeding before bedtime.
It's going to be a long week.
P.S. I reached across the counter to pay for the cat food. I was wearing my blue fleece jacket I wore to the vets. I glanced at my arm as I held out money and realized I was COVERED in cat hair. When she's stressed she sheds like a porcupine ejects quills, I mean ALL OVER. I may have to drink a cup of olive oil before bed so that I'm not coughing up hairballs myself. Sheesh. And that fleece was just washed Sunday.
