yurts, cat
Jan. 27th, 2004 11:54 amI dropped Baldur off at the vet around 7:30 this morning. Around 9:30 I got a call saying everything had gone fine. That was much faster than I expected. And the good vet of years past called; I'm glad he was the one to take care of him. (This was the vet I saw regularly until his hours completely shifted to weekdays and the more-distant location.) I can pick him up between 4 and 7; given weather forecasts and traffic, I think I will aim for earlier rather than later.
Ironically, Erik is finishing a round of antibiotics and Baldur is about to start a round (for the gingivitis that led to the dental treatment). So the pill-in-canned-food exercise is just going to shift one cat over, it seems. Baldur has been jealous of Erik getting special treatment, so now it's his turn. I wonder if I can head off any sickness in Embla that might be looming by just giving her the good stuff too?
The form I had to fill out when I dropped him off asked me to rate (good/fair/poor) several factors, including "appetite". I decided against writing in "enthusiastic". I do have hopes that simply hiding a pill in his food will work, though; with Erik I've had to crush them and mix them in. Baldur resembles a vacuum cleaner when eating, so I might get lucky.
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Date: 2004-01-28 05:30 am (UTC)In the end, though, he took most of the medicine, and his leg looks fabulous, if a little odd due to the shaving and the hair growing back.
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Date: 2004-01-28 07:19 am (UTC)It turns out that Baldur's antibiotics are liquid, too. The bad news is that it's very hard to get him to take a liquid; when they tried to apply mouthwash during the exam things, um, went badly, and no one was trying to get him to swallow that. The good news is that mixing the liquid and some canned food seems to do the trick, and when it comes to food Baldur is a "good to the last drop" kind of kitty. :-)
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Date: 2004-01-28 07:30 am (UTC)To his credit, that was the extent of his strugling. There were no claws, no teeth, no fighting back more than trying to pull away and drooling. He's been a little mouthy since he came upstairs, but even when he jumps out from behind the curtains to pounce you as you walk be he doesn't use his claws. He's really been a good boy.