We have three cats — all black and rather hard to tell apart. Two are siblings and are in fact almost identical, though the male, Ares, is larger and a great hunter, while the female, Aphra, is smaller and loves a tummy rub. The third cat, Olive, is distinguished by her tendency to want to rip your arm off if you dare to stroke her when the wind’s in the wrong direction or there’s an ‘r’ in the month, or something.
The photos above show Ares, Olive and Aphra from left to right (or top to bottom).
Little Aphra rolled over the other day for a tummy rub and I noticed a wound under her arm. $250 and a trip to the vet later I have to give her daily antibiotics. Now, while she’s the sweetest little cat in the world she still won’t willingly take a pill. The tinned chicken and tuna didn’t fool her for a second, and yesterday’s success was spoiled today when I found a ‘used’ pill on the floor beside where the ‘success’ had taken place. I thought it had been a little too easy.
Of course, the vet has shown me numerous times how to give a cat a pill. When he does it the cat sits there meekly, opens the mouth wide and swallows dutifully. When I do it there’s wriggling and squirming, sometimes a bit of scratching, and the whole anxiety that I’m letting my cat down.
So, next up are the online instructions … and while we didn’t look quite like the models in the photos there was only one scratch and a modicum of squirming. I’d have to say things went fairly smoothly.