I’ve been trying to give Lily some Pepcid AC to help her with her nausea. Lily does NOT wish to take the tiniest sliver of a pill. Yesterday I won and she ate a quite decent amount. I was very chuffed.
Today, Lily won. She’s not a rude winner though. She’s quite sportsmanlike. She came over after I gave up and cuddled up next to me. Although, to be honest, she does have a bit of a smug look to her.
I’m going to have buy a syringe to feed it to her. I HATE the syringe. I once had to force feed a cat for a week. It is not a happy memory and although it saved the cat’s life, she did not appear the slightest bit grateful for the procedure. I think we were both scarred by it.
I hate any of these sorts of things, where I am doing something the animal very much does not want to happen and is afraid of. They do not understand why. And that is what bothers me. They can only experience it as terror without any reason. They think I am suddenly being cruel. I hate it. It feels like I am torturing them because they don’t know its for their own good.
So. anyway. I need to go out and buy a syringe.