Post 757: Here we go again…!

Andy didn’t get the message yesterday, I guess, because he’s within grabbing distance on the computer desk, one arm’s length away from my keyboard!

He was sleeping, then I felt a presence…. You cat (and dog!) people know the presence I mean: of two little eyes staring at you, taking in every move.

Ia m watched. Andy may have a chance of escaping me today...for awhile!

I am watched. Andy may have a chance of escaping me today…for awhile!

I see you, Andy. You aren’t as stealthy as you think! 003Or is he? I haven’t caught him yet, and he is fast on his paws if he sees a hand reaching toward him.

Post 639: Andy forgets to watch his tail, with miserable consequences…

Dougy came first. He heard the birds at the feeder across the lane.

Dougy came first. He heard the birds at the feeder across the lane.

 

Keep on moving. Nothing much here to see! Just a few plump, juicy house sparrows is all!

Nothing much here to see! Just a plump, juicy house sparrow is all!

 

Maybe there isn't much to see, but Andy still had to stop by to join Dougy at the front door.

Maybe there isn’t much to see, but Andy still had to stop by to join Dougy at the front door.

 

Dougy notices Doug (the human one) sneaking over to the door, and he high tails it. (Well, "low tails it" because it's more stealthy!) Andy, fixated on the snow by the door, doesn't notice the drama unfolding...!

Dougy notices Doug (the human one) sneaking over to the door, and he high tails it. (Well, “low tails it” because it’s more stealthy!) Andy, fixated on the snow by the door, doesn’t notice the drama unfolding…!

 

[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!]

[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!] Then a flurry of legs and hands, and Andy finds himself…

 

...wrapped in the white towel! He spots the medicine bottle on the table. This can only mean one thing!

…wrapped in the white towel! He spots the medicine bottle on the table. This can only mean one thing!

 

Time for his blood pressure medicine, and onc

Time for his blood pressure medicine, and once again he got lost in cat business, forgot to pay attention to what Doug (the human one) was up to. Yes, wrapped in the white towel, he’s about to get a dose of blood pressure medicine. ICK! Andy resigns himself to his fate.

 

After Doug (the hiuman one) reassured Andy he was a good boy and massaged Andy's shoulders and neck till the tension left them,  Andy jumped to the floor for his kitty treats, then he hopped on top of his happy place, the blue carrier, to groom and reclaim his cattitude and self-respect.

After Doug (the human one) reassured Andy he was a good boy and massaged his shoulders and neck till the tension left them, Andy jumped to the floor for his kitty treats, then he hopped on top of his happy place, the blue carrier, to groom and reclaim his cattitude and self-respect.

 

All's well that ends well. Later, Andy joined Doug (the human one) at the computer desk, where Andy snuggled into a little ball and slept the sleep only a cat can sleep. He remained there till "time to feed the kitties" time.

All’s well that ends well. Later, Andy joined Doug (the human one) at the computer desk, where Andy snuggled into a little ball and slept the sleep only a cat can sleep. He slept there till “time to feed the kitties” time.

Post 567: Where’s Andy, Dougy?

It’s one of those days. I have Andy’s medicine loaded up and in the refrigerator, waiting for the little rascal to screw up and get caught. Only one problem: I can’t find him anywhere, so must ask his brother, “Where’s Andy, Dougy?” He just gives me a dull stare back, like, “Mrow!?”

Then, moments before 1:00 PM, I notice something rare and curious on the cat tree.

What, what, what? There seems to be one extra arm in this picture, and it's pointed a different direction than Dougy, on top.

What, what, what? There seems to be one extra arm in this picture, and it’s pointed a different direction than Dougy, on top.

Curious, eh?! I just asked Dougy where his brother is, and I get a blank stare. There seems to be perfidy or conspiracy afoot…or both!

Yeah! Dougy averts his eyes. He knew. He knew! Pfft!

Yeah! Dougy averts his eyes. He knew. He knew! Pfft!

Whatever you do…

...don't look in the devil-cat's eyes!

…don’t look in the devil-cat’s eyes!

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Andy managed to hide long enough to avoid his medicine today. No good kitty. No “good kitty” treats.

Post 483: “No! I don’t want my medicine!”

I never know. Today was one of those difficult days to catch Andy. He became suspicious the moment I walked toward him, and ran under my computer desk. (The beat up backless chair on the left becomes important later on…!)

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Under the desk, Andy has several escape routes, but mostly has the advantage that I have to bend over and reach some distance to catch him there: It can’t happen!

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Couldn’t catch the now-wary cat, so I decided to look at what was new on Facebook. Yes, I know, it’s always the same old stuff: righties bashing lefties, lefties bashing righties, people exposing the most personal details of their lives to total strangers because they haven’t figured out the privacy settings yet or just don’t care, and lots of cat and dog photos among the cute babies.

Besides, Andy’d hopped up on the blue carrier. If I’m stealthy enough, I can sometimes walk right over and grab him!

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So far, looking good for a capture…!

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Oops! The little rascal caught a glimpse of me. Their peripheral vision is greater than ours, you know. Yeah, I know that, too!

Andy hopped off the carrier, ran under the table…!

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This is the single best place to run to avoid capture. Well, under the beds in the guest bedroom are pretty good,too, but the table gambit is a reliable one for a fugitive kitty. Don’t think Andy isn’t well aware of that!

Believe me. I’m not a patient person by nature. You can — I can! — learn from my cats, though. Patience is one thing they “help” me practice with some regularity, particularly Mr. Andrew. So back to my computer I went to look for more cute kitty pictures on Facebook.

Andy wanted his post-medicine “good kitty” treat. He came over to the beat up backless chair I pointed out in the first photo. It’s my old computer chair, something I’d toss if the cats didn’t love to lounge on it! Andy especially likes this chair. He hopped up on it, reminded me about his treats. I ignored him, he stretched out to pout. I let him ponder the mystery of the missing treats a bit, then reached over and grabbed him by the nape.

Victory was mine! Yeah, ha!

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I wrapped Andy in the bath towel. He looked up at me, knowing the next thing to come was icky medicine!

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Of course, I can’t show you how I stick the little syringe full of medicine in his mouth and squirt it because they amputated my extra arm, and I needed the remaining arm not holding Andy to operate the camera. (Just kidding!) The photo shows how he resists by moving his head around and away from the syringe till I finally immobilize him enough to get the job done.

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Here is Andy in his “hell, might as well take it like a good boy” face. And he did. And he got his treats, pronto! Cats can learn from their humans, too: patience!

Post 444: Andy’s a bad boy today…!

You might not guess it from that sweet, little face of his, but Andy can be a very bad boy when he wants to be. Today, it was refusal to be given his medication. Yeah, we (my brother and I) eventually caught him using the old Greenies treat method, but it was an hour-long process involving several strategic errors before that one moment Andy fell into my hands.

Andy was not happy to have his photo taken after the "medicine incident" -- i.e. I caught and gave him his medicine...!

Andy was not happy to have his photo taken after the “medicine incident” — i.e. I caught and gave him his medicine…!

Giving Andy medicine takes seconds for administering the dose, but minutes to catch him. On good days (for me!), I just reach down and pick him up. This week,. though, Andy’s decided not to cooperate. Bad boy!

Andy plots his escape, forgetting he's had the daily dose already. "I don't like you!" he pouts out in Cattinese. "Sometimes I don't like you either, buster!" I huff.

Andy plots his escape, forgetting he’s had the daily dose already. “I don’t like you!” he pouts out in Cattinese. “Sometimes I don’t like you either, buster!” I huff.

The bad feelings dissolve fast, though, and Andy and I return to our daily post-dose routines, Andy to watch birds out the back door and me to tell stories about the very bad kitty in my home. Best of all, Andy can’t present his side of the story!

Free, now, to watch birds out the back door! Andy's (and my) mood lightens at the happy change of events.

Free, now, to watch birds out the back door! Andy’s (and my) mood lightens at the happy change of events.

Post 437: unexpected consequence

I doubt anything brings forth terror in a cat owner’s heart more than Fluffy’s veterinarian saying, “…and you will need to give this medication to your cat x times a day!” Well, having to give your cat a bath is a near equivalent, but medicine…!

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When I learned Andy needs a daily dose of medication for a heart murmur, I was a bit terrorized when his veterinarian mentioned pills. Imagine my relief, then, when he said I could get it crushed and mixed in liquid with any of several cat-friendly flavors! Of course, I chose Andy’s favorite, tuna, thinking that would make this daily task less difficult for us both.

Andy had his doubts about that tuna-flavored bomb...!

Andy had his doubts about that tuna-flavored bomb…!

The first day, I messed up on the dosage. attempting to give him something like 1/10th the dose required. Never mind. Most of it went on his fur anyway.

Next, I realized Andy needed a little help holding his head steady for the medicine. Wrapping him in a towel was the ticket! Not only did it help steady him, he looked incredibly adorable in swaddling! 🙂

"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.”

Of course, getting Andy into that towel was the next challenge. Each day, he taught me new ways to hide from or to evade one’s human. Eventually I caught him, but — think about it — do you really want to stress out a cat with a heart murmur catching him so you can give him heart medication? I decided not.

We now have a happy method of catching the cat, using his love of –ta duh! — tuna-flavored kitty treats. Instead of trying to catch Andy before I give him treats for being a good boy, the tactic I had been using, I let Andy’s anticipation of getting the tuna-flavored treats trap him.

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Specifically, I come over to my computer, read through my e-mails, maybe start my blog post for the day. It isn’t long before Andy comes over and pats me on the arm to get my attention. (“Where are my treats!?”) I ignore him or give him a little pat on the head.

This goes on for a time, then Andy plops down on the floor beside my computer. Trapped! I just reach down and pick him up, transport him to the dining room, wrap him in the towel, and squirt the medicine in his mouth. Oh, he squirms, and sometimes some of the medicine gets on his chin or face instead, but cats spit clean themselves, right? He gets his medicine.

While Andy’s still wrapped in the towel, just his sweet face popping out, I rub his head and that little space between his eyes that both my cats loved to have rubbed. I tell him what a good boy he is for a few seconds till he starts to wiggle. When he starts to wiggle, I let him down onto the floor, then put his treats down for his reward.

Andy, watching me from the box across from my computer desk.

Andy, watching me from the box across from my computer desk.

What I didn’t expect out of this medicine routine as it has evolved is that Andy now is more tolerant of being held, and lets me hold him for longer periods of time. He also seems to be a happier cat than before, more playful, more mean to his brother…. Hey! I was trying to bring this to an uplifting end!

No, seriously, the process of giving Andy his daily dose of medicine brought about the unexpected consequence of a sweeter Andy, an Andy that lets me snuggle him a bit. We are more bonded than ever.