Sick Kitty, Part I

We’ve been down this road recently. I told you that Ed, our obstreperous black cat, duked it out about two weeks ago, and came home battered. The Doc gave him the once over and sent us to the pharmacy for antibiotics. Unfortunately, the dingbat of a pharmacist used a FRUIT flavored liquid antibiotic overlaid with the WORST tuna flavor, to make the most wretched concoction I’ve ever smelled. Ed must have thought so, too, because we got less than half the meds down his throat.

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