Huck's latest vet trip resulted in his being sent home with a topical medication that is sprayed on his irritated skin/bald spot. He doesn't approve of this procedure, and will flee off to hiding if I approach him with the little spray bottle. So I wait my chance to scoop him up and give him a quick spritz, which has been working pretty well.
This morning, holding him in one hand (his back feet on my hip, my left arm under him and his chest supported by my palm), he wasn't having it -- when I would approach him with the small spray bottle, he would turn towards it and make eye contact, ready to do battle. I finally distracted him enough to apply the medicine and let him go free.
You've got to admire his spirit: in a situation where he is pretty firmly controlled, he's more than willing to put up a fight. I think he figures he's got nothing to lose -- and after all, he might win!
I'm sure glad that cat likes me. I need to stay on his good side.
Yeah, good side probably means fewer stitches!!! :)
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Tiggr (PBUH, RIP) once bit the living hell out of a vet tech -- badly enough that the vet tech had to go to the nearby clinic for stitches.
ReplyDeleteGiven that the procedure Tiggr objected to was the insertion of a catheter, I'm still not sure who's side I'm on.
I do not have a clue why I wrote "who's".
ReplyDeleteClearly I am too tired to be trusted near a keyboard.
Well the saying is fight like a cornered cat. Most cats vacate the area but if you corner them look out jack.
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