This plus that equals…. giving cats tablets
Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week is an amusing little insight into my life at the moment, wrestling a daily tablet into a cat.
Suddenly they hate all their favourite treats
James loves food. Loves it. I started using the meaty pill coating the vets gave us. It worked a charm for 4 days, then he decided he hated it.
So what about a little bit of pate. I got 1 day out of that. Then he hated it.
Milk is his favourite as he is never allowed it. But crush a tablet into it and he magically knows.
Next time he brings me a mouse I’m tempted to pop a tablet in there to see if the sudden treat hatred will work on that and he’ll stop bringing them in!
You will get scratched
So because I clearly can’t hide a tablet in his food and he obviously won’t take them voluntarily I have to force them in.
I hate this.
I feel like the worst person in the world prizing with little mouth open then clamping it shut.
He obviously agrees if my arms are anything to go by. Before everyone shouts, just wrap him in a towel. Cats are wigglier than post bath babies. I can maybe keep 3 paws at bay but there’s always one waiting to inflict damage.
They don’t make tablets easy to administer
James’ tablets are large. Large and crumbly.
Why do they not think about the design of these things. Maybe pop them in a nice little easy swallow capsule, preferably pilchard flavoured.
Why not make them like a cat version of Calpol? If we essentially give our kids strawberry flavoured syrup to get a bit of medicine in them van they not make a cat equivalent. At the very least a liquid medicine would be easier to deal with.
Children are not helpful
L is very worried about James. He wants his best friend to get better and take his medicine.
Strangely enough hom bursting into the room and slamming all the doors shut is not helpful. Though in his head it is helpful as it means James cannot escape.
The offers to hold his paw are cute but again not helpful.
Generally the noise, movement and energy that comes hand in hand with a three year old is not conducive to giving a cat a tablet.
Even if you think it’s gone, it’s probably not
I keep finding bits of tablet.
When they are hidden in food he manages to pick them out. Even crushed he’s to clever for his own good.
James also seems to have developed the ability to hide them in his mouth and spit them out later. This is very frustrating.
We’ll keep persevering though. Any tips gratefully received!
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