Vet Says
Mouse has been inside since her run-un with mystery hoodlum cat-perpetrator (I suspect foul-tempered neighbor cat, Rags… who looks like his name implies). Mouse wasn’t happy at first, but since the hobbling, she hasn’t really made much attempt at escaping.
Shouldn’t that be purr-petrator?
😀
What? Oh, I … ok, ok, I’m going, I’m going … sheesh.
Well, on the bright side, at least Twinkie’s prescription looks like it’s just pills…last time I took my cat to the vet, they gave us some liquid medicine. I have NEVER seen my cat as angry as she was when we had to try to give her that stuff!
Ah, 72 hours (three full days) of dealing with each other.
They say, a friend in need is a friend indeed. Maybe Twinks needs some warming up time. Maybe 3 more days?
He’s lucky that his twice daily antibotics don’t come in shot-in-the-butt form.
brig… Funny that you took a backhanded swipe at your real-life neighbor’s real-life scrappy cat named Rags by referring to him by name in the comic a couple days back. So when do we get to see what the terror looks like?
I remember one of my cats (Cigaretti aka Squid Bear aka B-Bear) got into a fight. We didn’t notice that he had these two puncture wounds in his chest for days. He still purred and thought nothing of it, he was still acting normal. You could see, well, just blackness, like the inside of him was just dark, it was so odd. The next day the wounds were closed up and a week later you couldn’t even tell where they were. I think it was an opening into another world and his chest was the door way.
Randie should try and find some “Pill-Pockets” for cats to give the pills to Twinkie. Our cat hates any contact with humans, regardless of the reason, but loves to take her meds (she’s 21 y/o next month) when we use the Pockets. They are about the size of cat treats when you get done hiding the pills in them and must taste and smell pretty good (to a cat anyways). She chows down on those even faster than she scarfes down her canned cat food.