Being awakened by the sound of a kitty hurling -up a meal can be quite upsetting, and I can only imagine how uncomfortable and frustrating it must be for the cat.
Edgar Allen Poe has always been a major foodie. He rarely refuses a meal, but last night for some strange reason, even though he did his little dance and sang his “feed me” song, when we offered him his favorite food he wasn’t all that interested in eating it. He eventually ate half his meal and at about five AM, my husband Marty and I were awakened by the sound of Poe retching up his late night snack. Another episode followed several minutes later.
To help prevent Poe from further attacks, I jumped out of bed, ran to the kitty medicine cabinet and grabbed a Cerenia tablet and prepared to give him ¼ of a pill to help him feel better. The pill in hand along with a minuscule amount of water loaded in a syringe (as a chaser), I picked up Poe and carried him to the bathroom sink and prepared to “pill” him.
But Poe had other ideas in mind. He glared at me and said, “I ain’t gonna take your stinking pill”. I looked back at him and gently whispering in his ear I said, “Sweetie, I promise this tiny pill will make you feel better.”
Poe flattened his ears and stomped his paw, giving me the evil eye and refused to open his mouth. It was agonizing trying to get him to cooperate with me. And make it even worse, he leaped onto the floor; scurrying out of the room. So there I was all dressed up with no place to go as the sun was beginning to rise with the pill and syringe in my hand. I had only one burning mission; getting that darned pill into the cat. Off I went to find him. But every time he saw me, off he went like a speeding bullet.
But Poe must have gotten tired from the chase because I soon was able to pick him up from the sofa and take him into the guest bathroom. Since at least a half-hour had elapsed since my first attempt to pill him, Poe was much easier to handle. Putting my hand on the top of his head, I gently pried his mouth open and quickly shoved that little pill as far down his throat as I could without his biting me. I quickly followed it the water chaser and saw him swallow. To say that he wasn’t thrilled with this ordeal would be a huge understatement.
I think that Poe must have finally understood that I was only trying to help him. Later that morning it was obvious that his tummy felt better because he started purring and curled onto my chest and gave me an abundance of bristly, wet kisses. I am positive that was his way of thanking me.
What do you do to pill your cat without it erupting into a major battle? Please share your secrets with a comment.