I’m experimenting with drugging my cats before our long trek west, which will hopefully be coming soon. This gorgeous beauty looks all innocent at the edge of my desk:
but you put her in a carrying case and put her in the car and you’ve got a screaming, panting nightmare. Since this will be a long trip, it was time to consider alternatives to gentle coaxing and telling her it will be alright.
So, this morning, I pulled out my little jar of drugs, dutifully chopped one pill into quarters and mashed one quarter pill each into two little piles of tuna.
I got one drugged big boy:
Look at those eyes. Maxi-boy is a calm boy by any standard, but this borders on crazy levels of lazy.
Little dude, your kitty powers are not that strong. Let me help you.
When I picked him up to carry him back inside, he tried to growl and me but ended up chirping like a little bird. I think we can safely say the meds work on him. He did well throughout the day and seems to be back to normal as the day is closing.
This one, however, is too smart. She nibbled the choice bits of tuna off the top, then spent the morning racing around the house, jumping on and over boxes – up the stairs, around Max, and back down like an orange streak of light.
Little she-devil. So, we’ll try the old-fashioned, stuff-it-in-the-back-of-your-mouth trick tomorrow, OK?