Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Cat a Tonic

Earlier this week my favorite furball experienced a ‘digestive tract upset’ (aka puked) involving worms. TBC apprised me of his predicament and asked me to pick up a supply of worm meds from the vet for all our four-legged children. This I did Monday after work. Administering the pills was quite entertaining as our multiple cat household received their dosage via Dr TBC. Though my role was not as crucial, I did play the part of the encouraging yet distant onlooker nurse. I did miss Stubbly’s turn on the table but was present for the others. My preshus BW was next up and the timid little guy was left quite traumatized but managed to hide his humiliation by wolfing down the wet cat food TBC offered as a consolation prize for playing. I cringed when Spikey’s turn came as she is anything but a model patient and is widely known as the Witch Queen. Anyway, TBC grabbed her by the head, popped open her jaw and slung the little pill into her unwilling mouth. Apparently that sucker traveled a little further than expected and got stuck in her airway causing her to make weird noises and froth profusely. After a minute of consternation and debate, TBC hunted her down hiding under the sofa and heimliched her to where the stubborn tablet finished its original journey down her esophagus. Whew! She too was severely distressed and hid under the corner of the bar, refusing to even consider the tempting plate of kitty treats. Our final feline patient was our feisty female newbie, Cami, who was quite the little trooper and faced her fate with stoic resolve. Later that evening, I headed down the hallway only to discover hacked up clumps of undigested dinner in not one but three huge piles scattered across the carpet. Gross! Grumbling loudly, I cleaned up the wretched mess and questioned the efficacy of giving the puker anything remotely resembling edibles a nanosecond after he’s been dosed, but then, who am I to question the knowledgeable, educated doctor? And speaking of BW, does that sweet snoozing lump of love resemble a ruthless brawler who beat up the neighbor cat so badly they required an IV? I must have a serious talk with that boy…

4 comments:

TC said...

Wait... I lost count. Is that three or four cats ya'll have?!?!?!

Wombat said...

Those furry kids hate their mouths being fooled with, that's fer sher. Poor babies. Still, better that than the horrid worms.

My Moneypenny's a puker too. If she inhales the food too quickly...bingo...it's back for an encore appearance.

Makes her all the more loveable.

Circe said...

TC--it had got up to 5 but the day we left for vacation in February, the cute long-haired Siamese was accidentally run over as TBC backed up the car. :(
I am thinking of posting all their pics again so as to keep them straight.

Wombie--puking is nasty but worms are indeed worse. Cats are notorious for being little pukers. And Stubbly will barf after eating gophers. Blah!!!

weatherchazer said...

Wow- That's a lot of cats- and medication!