This is Andy, on his back in my arm, waiting for his eye drops and the ear smear of hyperthyroid medicine. He doesn’t struggle, to my amazement, and that means I haven’t had to wrap him in a towel to medicate him.

This Andy as soon as he sees the drops coming to his eyes. Head flung back. I just put a hand behind his head and gently position it for the medicine. After I medicate him, I tell him, in a calm voice, over and over, what a good kitty boy he is. And he is a good kitty boy.