Post 498: “If I have to…but I won’t like it!”

Each day has its own challenges when it comes to Andy and giving him his medicine.



I try not to alarm Andy when I stalk him to catch him to give him his medicine. Many times, he loses track of events and comes up to me, begging for treats or play time: I snatch him right up!

"I see you!"

“I see you!”

Other times, when he doesn’t come around to me, I try to catch him unawares. Unless he’s in deep sleep, he generally senses me coming and skedaddles before I can snatch him up. (He’s a western kitty. Yes, he “skedaddles”!)

Not today, though. I caught him unawares, deep sleeping on top of the blue carrier he uses for his daytime outpost. Curiously, he doesn’t struggle when I catch him, then carry him to the medicating chair cradled like a baby in the crook of my arm.

That is, until I reach for The White Towel, the Object of His Oppression. Ever try to wrap a struggling cat in a towel? Five hands isn’t always enough, though I somehow manage to do it with two.

"I won't like it!"

“I won’t like it!”

Awww! Poor Andy wrapped in the towel. He becomes quiet, a little oppressed victim of The Man! Because the medication is for hypertension, I rub his ears and try to calm him.

(What stress is there in an indoor cat’s life, other than his brother and me giving him blood pressure medicine? Hunh!?)

"Why!? Why!? WHY!? I'm just a little kitty!"

“Why!? Why!? WHY!? I’m just a little kitty!”

Dougy watches the process. He may feel sorry for his brother, though I suspect he’s more concerned that he might be next.

"Brother, are you OK?"

“Brother, are you OK?”

I give Andy the syringe full of chicken-flavored medicine in small mouthfuls. He slowly gags it down. Then I tell him what a good kitty he is — and mostly he is — while rubbing his nose (which he likes) and scratching his ears (which he also likes).

I put him down. Well, he struggles out of the towel when I loosen my grip and he “escapes” with a bound! I give him some treats. He gets over the indignity of medicine squirted into his mouth, and things return to normal for the rest of the day.

"Did you see what the human did to me, Dougy?"

“Did you see what the human did to me, Dougy?”

Poor kitty!

34 thoughts on “Post 498: “If I have to…but I won’t like it!”

  1. Oh, my husband is very clever…but he should finally get out of the bathroom! By the way, I can not find any screwdriver in the toolbox. Hm. This is weird.
    So I have to resort to harsh methods. I will bake his favorite cake. The smell will lure him out.
    I’m sure.

    • He may be hiding in the bathroom, with the door locked. My guess is there is a spot on the knob or handle that a flat-bladed screwdriver fits, and that allows you to unlock the door from the outside. It takes a large screwdriver, but the reward’s great, and your husband will be so shocked (for a brief moment) that you can wrestle that suppository into position before he can squeal like a piggy! When you tell him it’s in, he’ll deny it (how can you manage that when he’s a big guy and you’re not, he’ll be thinking), but the deed will be done, and he’ll be better off for it!

        • Hey! He may even begin to look forward to “it”! I know Andy seems less reluctant to go under the towel, so to speak, even though he knows he gets a mouthful of icky medicine when he does. That’s largely because he gets praise, ear scratching, and a nose rub all the while I tell him what a good boy he is! (Don’t forget to tell your husband what a good boy he is…!)

      • Kind of like the old marketing fraud, “bait and switch”. While you have his attention diverted to the pleasure between his eyes, aim that suppository into the eye of the storm! Ha! Ha! (Let me know if it works. LOL!)

        • Think of the boost to your self-esteem, too, to know you outwitted your husband and dosed him!

          Andy, who’s still unmedicated for today, just walked by me and, in a gesture of great insolence, brushed his fluffy tail against my leg. I’ll get you Andy! Just you wait and see! I know where you spend your day, and your dare not close your eyes for one minute!

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