Or maybe I should entitle this Taylor is a pill! LOL This cat is the worst cat to pill that I have ever met. Thankfully the antibiotic is so strong it is only given once every 24 hours…here’s how her pilling unfolds.

She is waiting at the door, she doesn’t want to be confined, she wants Pop’s lap. It doesn’t matter that she can’t currently see out of one eye, or that her eyes are draining massive amounts of goo- HOW DARE I CONFINE HER.

I open the door slowly it’s a chicken wire door upstairs- she tries to slide out between my legs and I slide her right back on her belly across the tile floor so that I can get inside. I hook the door and turn around- she has vanished!

Not a small feat for a 13 pound maine coon kitty mix in a room that is sparsely furnished and mostly consists of litter pans and cat beds.

I turn on the light. Let the searching begin. First, I open a can of food hoping the pop top will entice her out- nope- she doesn’t play that game. She knows I am here with intent and it isn’t the intention of feeding her.

Starting at the corner of the room, I get down on my knees and start looking for her-where is she? The room consists of high counters, small cubby holes and one bookcase. I don’t see hide nor hair of my gray and white lovely kitty and she isn’t giving herself away easily.

I lie down on the floor and look again and by golly there she is in the bookcase. In the lower shelf squeezing her massive bulk behind some hard back books! I have to give her credit- I would have never found her there without lying on the floor first.

I slide over and remove the book- she growls and spits…sigh..she is not a spitty kitty.

The books are cleared and I reach for her- she reaches back with her claws and nails me! Ouch! Her vet visit yesterday was fairly extensive as well as expensive and she is still mad at me for taking her there. I grab her scruff and gently pull her to me. She resists the whole way. Thankfully, I had the foresight to take all the meds she needs before hand and put them nearby. The pill is a small dixie cup, the ointment is uncapped and the salve is spread out on a piece of gauze.

I kneel down and place her with her butt firmly between my knees. Her growls intensify and my heart breaks for this baby. I wish I could just tell her that this is for her own good- but she is not understanding and she is feeling pretty punky.

I open her mouth and instert the pill. I can’t allow her to do a dry swallow for if this capsule breaks open in her throat it could ulcerate her throat lining and we both would be in trouble. I push the pill in with the help of a pill pusher. She clamps down leaving bite marks in the plastic.

I follow the pill with 6cc’s of water- she shakes her head back and forth and drool flies as I dribble the water carefully down her throat. Her stress meter is pegged.

I put the ointment in her eyes and put the salve on her face where she has scratched herself raw trying to get at her itching, watery eyes.

I pet her and she is still growling and swearing at me. Probably calling my ancestors all sorts of bad names. She has backpedaled so far into me that only her head is visible. I release her and she turns her head to the right and bites me right on the inner thigh! Another OUCH! Just think, we have to do this again in just 6 hours!