TGIF

Izzy is most definitely planning a revolt. And trying to bring my sweet Gabby over to the dark side. Last night's medication administration went fairly smoothly (and by fairly smoothly I mean I didn't yell or curse). I have to be very clever and crafty in order to catch Izzy. She is very much on to me and convinced that even when I just want to pet her I am going to shove something in her mouth. She is so easily distracted and mesmerized by one particular toy, I managed to grab her with one hand while vigorously shaking the toy with the other (which required a bit of kung fu moves on my part). Since she is on to me now, as soon as I start walking with her she immediately extends her claws with a swift "hi-yah!" and begins to attack me with drop-and-slink-kung-fu-karate-chops. I was ready for her this time. I had her by the scruff (which I hate, and I know it doesn't hurt them, but I still don't like to "manhandle" them) and held her out at arms length. Now just picture this for a second: I have her by the scruff with one hand, the other hand under her bottom, arms completely outstretched in front of me, and Izzy is spread eagle in every direction. Not wiggling, not searching for skin to inflict pain with her kung-fu-karate-chops, but frozen in a complete spread eagle. Needless to say I walked very swiftly to the bathroom (read: torture chamber) because I wasn't sure if she was planning to trick me by freezing in that position and then doing a 180 to give me a karate-chop to the face. Once I get my hands on her, and get her to the bathroom, giving her the meds isn't too bad.

Gabby, my sweet Gabby, is beginning to adopt her sister's kung-fu-karate-chops. I usually get her after Izzy, and she is usually sitting at the bathroom door when I let Izzy out (who runs like hell down the hall, into the kitchen, where I hear "scrape scrape scrape" because she has no brakes on that floor and then BOOM she slams into a cabinet). I think she's been sitting there listening and learning Izzy's evasive maneuvers. The way she reacts to these eye drops you would think I was coming at her with a blow torch. It is getting worse every day. I even wore a scarf to protect my neck from anymore puncture wounds. Last night's score: Gabby:1, Me:0. Stomach puncture wound:1, severe arm scratches:1, neck: toasty in the scarf, which was not needed, because she went for my stomach. Clever. This morning's score: Gabby:1, Me:0. severe arm scratch:1, arm puncture wound (on the arm that was previously untouched, but now thankfully matches the other one):1.

On a non-kitty note, this weekend is wedding weekend.... Morgan and Bradley are getting married! I'm really excited about a fun-filled weekend with my favorite best friends. Hopefully I'll have fun stories to update on Monday.