Ed (the cat) seems to be doing well with his regimen of antibiotics. We are into our second week of one dose down the throat every other day. He is wary when my stepson and I are in the room with him, with good reason. Usually I pick up the cat, and hold him, while my stepson opens the cat’s mouth and delivers the meds.
SS works the 2:00 to 11:00 p.m. shift, so we were going to try to medicate Ed before he left. Unfortunately, he was on to us, and got away. That meant I had to wait up until SS returned from work. I was ticked at not being able to go to bed. I was reading, trying to pass the time, when Ed hopped onto the table and stretched out, asking to be loved up. I obliged, thinking that this would be the perfect position to collect him when SS arrived.
Of course, ten minutes before SS got home, Ed left the table.
When we were ready to do the dirty deed, I went to get Ed, and he got away from me. I figured that we were out of luck for the night. The cat had made a bee line for my mother’s bedroom, and slipped through the barely open door.
A few minutes later SS was on his way to the stairs to his bedroom, when he realized that my mother was out of her room, and the door was standing wide open. He stepped in, and discovered the cat stretched out for the night on the sewing desk. He scooped him up, walked to the kitchen, and I squirted the meds into the back of his throat. Yummmmmmmmmm! Triple Fish Flavor!
(sighing) Thank God. One more night of meds down! Only four more to go!

We had a quiet week this week, until Friday. I’ll just give you the highlights or we’ll be here forever.

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