Post 976: “…and your enemies closer….”

You’ve heard the axiom before: “Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.” Andy apparently has, too.

Around the time I give Andy his daily dose of medicine, we become enemy combatants, Andy in his  armed camp, and me in mine. I intend to give him his medicine and a little loving, and he intends not to play my game.

Andy, pretending to be cool, but watching me closely for signs I'm about to get up to snatch him away to give him his medicine...!

Andy, pretending to be cool, but watching me closely for signs I’m about to get up to snatch him away to give him his medicine…!

Andy's suspicious now. He's spotted a slight change in my body position that he suspects is the next step before he gets snatched up and given medicine! (He guessed correctly, but I caught the little rascal anyway.)

Andy’s suspicious now. He’s spotted a slight change in my body position that he suspects is the next step before he gets snatched up.
(He guessed correctly, but I caught the little rascal anyway.)

Andy's "medicine face"....

Andy’s “medicine face”….

Oh the high drama! The pitiful protests! The struggle to avoid the inevitable and necessary dose of medicine! No, Andy, I am not pulling your tail off. I’m giving you something to help your blood pressure. (Yes, cats can have high blood pressure! And you thought they lived the life of Riley, no stress in their pampered little homes!)

Post 964: Mirror, mirror on the wall…what the heck are the boys up to now?

I can see into the kitchen by looking at a wall mirror hanging behind the boys’ water fountain. It got a bit too quiet — people with kids or pets know the quiet I mean — and I instinctively looked in the mirror. Yep, Dougy was bullying his brother! Woof! Woof!  

There's Dougy. I think he's being a good boy... or is he!?

There’s Dougy. I think he’s being a good boy…
or is he!?

So I shift my focus. I think that's Andy there. Yeah, that sort of fuzzy gray splotch toward the back...!

So I shift my focus. I think that’s Andy there. Look just to the left of the third drawer of the little storage drawers.
Yeah, that sort of fuzzy gray splotch is Andrew…!

Being mewan to your brother makes you thirsty, so Dougy gets a drink. Andy sits it out in back.

Being mean to your brother makes you thirsty, so Dougy gets a drink.
Andy sits it out in back.

Dougy ran off to the guest bedroom, so Andy was safe to come out again. So, it was up on tyop of my computer to look out the back window. Birds should be coming in just about now!

Dougy ran off to the guest bedroom, so Andy was safe to come out again.
So, it was up on top of my computer to look out the back window. Birds should be coming in just about now!

Post 863: Andy avoids his medicine…

“He saw me coming!”

Andy literally saw me coming today to get him for his dose of medicine. That was all it took.

Andy takes up a strategic position under the computer desk. He cann see me from there.

Andy takes up a strategic position under the computer desk.
He can see me from there.

It's a waiting game now. Andy feels secure enough he rests his eyes a bit....!

It’s a waiting game now.
Andy feels secure enough he rests his eyes a bit….!

Not for long, though. He needs to stay alert if he's to avoid his medicine today! Andy is confident he will win.

Not for long, though. He needs to stay alert if he’s to avoid his medicine today!
Andy is confident he will win.

=(^+^)=

UPDATE: Andy stretched out at my feet shortly after I posted this, and all I had to do was reach down to catch him. He got his dose and his treats today after this short drama. 

Post 828: it’s a new day…

It was a snap catching Andy yesterday. Too easy…! What will it be like today?

Andy is suspicious today. He will make Doug work hard to catch him.

“We don’t like our medicine!”
Andy is suspicious. He will make Doug work hard to catch him.

Post 741: a safe bet…

I saw Andy posed nicely in the window, watching birds. I thought I’d take a photo. By the time I got my camera, though, Andy’d noticed me and remembered something: He hasn’t had his medicine yet today!

Under the computer desk he ran!

Under the computer desk he ran!

 Clever little monkey! I still could reach him, though, so he took his game up a notch.

Yep! Up and under the computer desk! No way I can reach him now unless I get on my hands and knees. Not blinking likely!

Yep! Up and under the computer desk! No way I can reach him now unless I get on my hands and knees. Not blinking likely!

If there is one thing Andy is it’s resourceful when it comes to evading me at medicine time! Most days I beat him at his game, but there are those days he plays just a little bit better than I.

This is my museum day, so I just have a few hours left to catch him. He won’t win today! Mwahahahaha!


For the record, when I came home from the museum, Andy greeted me at the door. I swooped him iup and gave him his medicine. Slick! 

Post 401: Andy, Andy, Andy…!

Andy must be getting used to the routine now. In the beginning, it took real stealth and planning to capture the little rascal to give him his medicine for the heart murmur and high blood pressure issues his veterinarian discovered last Winter.

He’d hide under beds, he’d hightail it from one end of the place to the other. He’d hide behind the washing machine. He’d… you get the picture!

The past three days, though, ended with a jump onto the cat tree, with my little heart patient taking Olympic-level running leaps to reach the top.

Andy in the cat tree on another day.

Andy in the cat tree on another day.

He actually landed half inside the tube, which (the first day) was so amazing, I wasn’t ready for the next move: Without stopping inside, he jumped out the other end and added minutes to the freedom he enjoyed before I finally cornered and caught him!

Yesterday, he tried the same plan, but I was ahead of that time. When he leaped in one end, I put my hand in the other, effectively blocking the Great Escape! Whew! Even I was amazed how easily I caught him. Granted, I had to pry his little paws off the carpeted interior to pull him out, but that was a simple matter.

Today, Andy started the game on the cat lounger by the back door. He watched me from the dark. (Kind of like the joke about the black cat in the coal bin, he was difficult to spot.) I pretended I didn’t see him, and walked over to turn on my computer. That was too close for Andy’s comfort. He bolted to the guest bedroom!

Gad! The guest bedroom has a queen-sized bed, a perfect place to hide under, at least if Andy remembers how the last time he hid there he neglected to pull his hindquarters under the bed, too, giving me a good view of the fugitive and an even better handhold to catch him!

Andy will get over it. If not, he knows where I sleep...!

Andy will get over it. If not, he knows where I sleep…!

Instead of the bed, today he tried hiding in a cat playhouse, half in, half out again…his Momma didn’t train him very well on this “cover your tail” business! I thought I had him, but he escaped into the dining room, then just inside the bathroom door. “Crap,” I thought. Hiding behind the washing machine, which is in that bathroom, actually is a pretty good strategy if he uses it.

But, as I approached him, Andy tried the Olympic Leap to Freedom through the cat tree again. What?! Andy, Andy, Andy! I had that trick figured out >snicker!< the second day your tried it!

Yep, seconds later, I had him wrapped in the towel and dosed with his medicine. Woo hoo!

Post 393: Andy, time for your medicine!

Andy’s still on his medicine for the heart murmur/blood pressure issue discovered last Winter. Every morning he must submit to a mouthful of tuna-flavored medicine.

Some days, he walks by me and I just pick him up. Others, he hides under the bed in the guest bedroom, necessitating more strategy to catch him for his daily dose. Most days, though, I just out-wait him. He forgets what’s coming, lets him guard down, and he’s easily caught.

Today was an “under the bed” day, though he made a tactical error that allowed easy capture: the front half of his body was under the bed, but the tail end half stuck out in the open. I just reached down and snagged him up!

Not nice, I know, but I laughed when I saw his magnificent tail sticking straight out from the below the duvet! “Here I am…come get me!”

"I won't take my medicine! NO! NO! NO!" Andy hides to avoid his medicine.

“I won’t take my medicine! NO! NO! NO!” Andy hides to avoid his medicine.

Once I’ve squirted the medicine in his mouth, I rub his nose and head, calmly tell him he’s a good kitty, and, when he starts to wiggle around to try to get down, I let him down.

I started giving him a treat after this ordeal a few weeks ago to celebrate successful dosing. He now associates the icky medicine with the reward, though he still tries to avoid me and the medicine the next time I try to catch him for his daily dose!

Post 345: Andy’s check up day

The boys began the wake up harassment around 12 midnight, continuing up through a quarter till three. As usual, I gave in to Andy and Dougy’s hints. Dougy ran off to the dining room to wait for breakfast.

The day started out surprisingly well, though. Andy likes to rest on an atlas on a bookcase by my bed. There’s a fan on the bookcase next to the atlas, and Andy likes that for whatever kitty reason he has.

“This will be a great start to the day, if he doesn’t run off when I turn off the fan,” I thought. Fan turned off, Andy still on the atlas, I snatched him up! He wouldn’t turn medicine time into a hide away game today!

Andy doesn’t struggle (much) if I hold him on his back, cradled in the crook of my arm, so I carried him that way into the kitchen to get the medicine from the refrigerator. He started to wiggle, though, finally getting the hint of what was to happen next!

Andy is a good kitty.

Andy is a good kitty.

I returned to the dining room, where I leave a bath towel on the table to swaddle cats for medicine or eye drops, when needed. Andy is very supple, with a long, sleek body that he can turn and twist in ways that defy belief or attempts to wrap in a towel. (Dougy is more squat and thick of body, less supple, so easier to keep wrapped!)

Holding a struggling towel-wrapped cat with my left arm, I somehow managed to fill the medicine applicator using just my right hand. I couldn’t do it if I thought about it!

Poor Andy! I got the medicine into him in less time than it took to write about the process.

Now, I somehow have to capture him for transport to his 10 AM veterinarian’s appointment. Today is the day I find out how he’s responding to the medicine for his heart. I am hopeful. He’s been more interested in cat games and toys lately. Though he’s played with Dougy right along, the cat toys didn’t prompt much reaction.

Post 341: Catsquatches captured in blurry photos!

"Catsquatch found the food lure, and eats heartily. Rumor has it, there is a second Catsquatch. Maybe it will come to the other plate of food and I can get both in one blurry photo!"

“Catsquatch found the food lure, and eats heartily. Rumor has it, there is a second Catsquatch. Maybe it will come to the other plate of food and I can get both in one blurry photo!”

Dougy’s worked out a plan. Chase Andy before he eats (and gets his daily dose of medicine), then Dougy gets first shot at both plates of Catsquatch chow! As if catching that wee rascal Andy wasn’t hard enough…!

"No! While the second Catsquatch lurks in a dark corner (all the better to not appear in a blurry photo), the first one - the chunky one! - helps itself to the second plate of lure food! Will I ever see both at the lure plates at the same time?"

“No! While the second Catsquatch lurks in a dark corner (all the better to not appear in a blurry photo), the first one – the chunky one! – helps itself to the second plate of lure food! Will I ever see both at the lure plates at the same time?”

Speaking of Andy, he’s stretched out a few feet away from me as I type. Dougy is lording over him from the top of the cat tree. Can I catch Andy unawares? Whew!

Catsquatch Nr. 2 captured and wrapped burrito-style for administration of Catsquatch medicine! It was shockingly easy to capture the wary beast...! It now rests quietly on the beat up old computer chair next to my computer desk. I can touch it from here!

Catsquatch Nr. 2 captured and wrapped burrito-style for administration of Catsquatch medicine! It was shockingly easy to capture the wary beast…! It now rests quietly on the beat up old computer chair next to my computer desk. I can touch it from here!


Well, capture Andy I did. He is medicated and hanging out with me, the devil he knows!

Poor little Catsquatch! "Why do you do this to me," his eyes beg me to say.... Aw! "Little Baby Jesus must have looked so sweet...and fuzzy?"

Poor little Catsquatch! “Why do you do this to me,” his eyes beg me to say…. Aw! “Little Baby Jesus must have looked so sweet…and fuzzy?”

"I don't care if it's tuna-flavored. I don't like it."

“I don’t care if it’s tuna-flavored. I don’t like it.”