For the past month our poor little kitty has been fighting a urinary tract infection. The first round we did Amoxicillin (liquid). To medicate her, I’d have to wrap her in a towel and hold her while Dave used a dropper to give her the meds. “Holly” is almost 12 years old and I guess her age has made it a little harder to fight the infection. So, last week, I had her back at the vet for round two.
This time, the vet gave her a different antibiotic, which meant giving her pills. The first two days, I held her and got the pills down her throat by myself, but it took several tries. So, on the third day, when David came home in time to help, I was overjoyed. Little did I know it would be WORSE! He didn’t have any patience for the cat. She got upset and we both ended up with bit fingers! (which totally affected my texting prowess!)
The next day, we crushed up the pills and “hid” them in some tuna. But, she caught on to that and we were barely successful at getting her to eat it. So, I went to PetCo to look for a "cat piller". They didn’t have one, but they did have these “Pill Pockets”. I just hide the little pills in them, put them in her bowl with a couple pieces of feed, and she eats them… none the wiser.
Too bad they didn’t have something like that when I was a kid and got “worms” … all us kids had to take this gawdawful blood-red medicine because of me. That didn’t go over well with all my siblings! I don’t know how many times I got punched or yelled at when we all had to line up and take it.