Time for my "Seriously?! I mean, really?" moment of the week:
My sweet, low maintenance, happy-go-lucky kittens are proving to be not so low maintenance. Two trips to the vet in the last two days. First of all, I notice on Saturday that Gabby has worms, most likely caught from Izzy since she came from a shelter. Now, knowing that they are dead once I see them, I only had a semi-freak out and knew that it was perfectly treatable. Until I saw one waving at me as she sprawled across my bed. Stay calm I thought, it's all part of being a parent! One load of sheets laundry and scrubbing the house top to bottom later, no more worries! I called the vet first thing Monday morning to ask for medication to treat both of them. Normally it would be a simple conversation, something like "Hi, my cats have X,Y,Z, can I pick up some medication for them?" But of course, this couldn't be simple. I am switching vets for these new babies, to one closer to my house (previous vet was an hour away, which was not fun with a cat who hated to ride, hated the vet, and tended to relieve herself in the carrier on the way home JUST to show me how pissed off she really was). So my conversation was something like this: "Hi, I've never been there with my kitties, but I'm planning to for their future care, but right now I need some medication, can I get that without an appointment to see the vet, because I have to work, and I have school, and I don't have time to bring them in, so would that be ok?" The very nice lady put me on hold so she could ask the doctor if that was ok, and I'm sure on her way to the back she told all the other techs to pick up line 2 and listen to the crazy lady, meanwhile muttering to herself "is this chick for real?". Anyway, they let me pick up the medication, no problem, one pill each, easy peasy!
2 hours later...
Izzy is just not going to get her pill tonight. Three tries and two puncture wounds later (on my back and how does that even happen) I gave up trying to force the tylenol-sized pill down her throat. And who can blame her? If someone had me wrapped in a towel and pinned down on the bed trying to shove something in my mouth and force it down my throat, I'd extend my 6 inch claws in a karate chop, go kung fu on you, and run like hell too. And I wonder why calling her name ever so sweetly doesn't make her come out from under the bed...
Gabby was much easier. She took her pill like a champ. Although I think this was only because her eyes were so swollen she didn't see my attack coming. Oh yes, last night she presented with a horrible eye infection. And why shouldn't she! Why in the world would my new babies be anything but completely and utterly healthy? Oh that's right, because the animal universe is out to get me. I think it goes back to last summer when I accidentally ran over a baby bird with the lawn mower. Mother Nature has been pissed ever since.
So my wonderful mother took both girls to the vet for me today, and that's when I get the good news. They both have an upper respiratory infection! That explains why Izzy sneezes constantly, and sounds like a tractor when she breathes (and don't I feel like a jack-ass for thinking she just had a loud purr). And it explains the radioactive goo that is coming out of their eyes. Luckily, there are no pills to give them for this, victory! Instead, they get eye drops and liquid antibiotics, twice a day. If you thought giving cats a pill was hard, can you imagine what it's like to hold their eyes open and drop something in them? They can literally SEE that coming. No amount of "hey sweeties" or "come here sugas" is going to soften that blow.
Update: I am happy to report that this evening's eye drop administration only resulted in one puncture wound (to the chest). I consider it a small victory.
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