Martini kills me. [View all]
I take her into the upstairs bathroom to give her her medicine. I wait to make sure she swallows her 3/4 pill before I open the door to let her out. Then I give her and Holly (who's waiting outside the door because she knows what's coming next) treats after we go back downstairs. A few days ago, after I opened the door to let her out, she refused to leave the bathroom! You would think that because it's such a torture chamber to her, she would dash out as quickly as she could. But no, she just sat there. Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
The other night, she fought for her life. She was up on her hind legs; clenching her jaw; scratching; growling; and spitting out the pill every time. We went four rounds that night. For such a little cat, she sure is strong and strong-willed.
Man, I love that cat.
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