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settecorvi) wrote2012-09-20 07:55 pm
settecorvi) wrote2012-09-20 07:55 pm
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I could never be a vet. Miss Olivia (who is of a feline persuasion) managed to get an infection in her third eyelid last weekend, so she's needed a course of antibacterial and -inflammatory eyedrops, which I've been dutifully administering three times a day. With a human, you could explain that a procedure might be uncomfortable, but it'll both make them feel better in the long run and be over with more quickly if they can cooperate.
You can't explain the concept to cats, for all that Miss Livs is wicked smart for a creature with a eyes bigger than her brain. That's actually part of the problem: she remembers the time of day when I give her the drops, and she knows the procedure I go through to prepare for giving them to her. As soon as that time rolls around, she disappears into one of her hiding places or up onto one of the higher cabinets, necessitating a lengthy chase scene. As you may imagine, this is stressful for her and unpleasant for me. Then I get to pin her down while she makes noises that are not reminiscent of "domesticated feline"* so much as "mountain lion, possibly possessed by a host of hellspawn." And tip her head up, pry her eye open, and attempt to get a drop into her eye, where she most emphatically doesn't want it.
* Insofar as that itself is not an oxymoron.
Fun for all involved! Luckily, I only have to do this through tomorrow.
Kitty has no dignity. Kitty needs no dignity, when she's this adorable.
You can't explain the concept to cats, for all that Miss Livs is wicked smart for a creature with a eyes bigger than her brain. That's actually part of the problem: she remembers the time of day when I give her the drops, and she knows the procedure I go through to prepare for giving them to her. As soon as that time rolls around, she disappears into one of her hiding places or up onto one of the higher cabinets, necessitating a lengthy chase scene. As you may imagine, this is stressful for her and unpleasant for me. Then I get to pin her down while she makes noises that are not reminiscent of "domesticated feline"* so much as "mountain lion, possibly possessed by a host of hellspawn." And tip her head up, pry her eye open, and attempt to get a drop into her eye, where she most emphatically doesn't want it.
* Insofar as that itself is not an oxymoron.
Fun for all involved! Luckily, I only have to do this through tomorrow.
Kitty has no dignity. Kitty needs no dignity, when she's this adorable.
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(She's a very sweet cat. Biting didn't really occur to her as a solution to make the nofuntimes stop, she just complained a lot.)
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YOU ARE.
YOU ARE.
*incoherent squealing*
I hope she feels better soon and doesn't eat too much of your face.
(Mine do this with brushing: "But you like it after I brush youuuuuuuu. WHY ARE YOU CHEWING ON THE BRUSH.")
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Livs did not eat my face, though she did attempt to sleep on it last night. She also has a remarkable faculty for placing her delicate, pointy little paws precisely on my trachea while she's finding the perfect spot to curl up with me.
(Hee! Don't you know they only wanted to be brushed 0.5 seconds ago, and now the brush is prey? Cats are weird, fascinating little alien beasts with their very own logic.)