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Sep. 20th, 2012 07:55 pmI 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.
( Even more luckily, Livs doesn't hold a grudge for long )
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.
( Even more luckily, Livs doesn't hold a grudge for long )
