Giving medicine to cats have always meant an all out battle of wills. Kitty knows what you are trying to force down its throat and the claws are out, curved and pointy sharp. If I could avoid the trauma, I would.
But Jazzy, my six month tabby who only weighs six pounds, just got spayed. Had to, she was in heat and with two males – her brother and an older neutered male – was after her and all she could do was writh and squirm around the floor in obvious need and a real temptation to the boys.
Jazzy was back from the vet’s office who gave me two vials of medicine to give her. One to be taken twice a day and the other once a day. I got a towel and wrapped it around her body to hold her close and protect myself from those nails of hers, pried her mouth open and – she squirmed backwards and slipped out of my arms. I took after her leaving the open bottle of medicine on the table.
Finally caught her and came back only to find Smokey, my male Tonkinese, had knocked over the bottle. A pool of pink liquid spread under it, about a dose full. Guess he felt he was helping poor Jazzy.
Amazingly, however, the next time the dosage was due, Jazzy seemed calm in my lap. So instead of wrapping her up and terrifying her again, I filled the plunger, stuck it in her mouth and let the liquid go in. I could hardly believe it. She took it without a fight, and for the most part she has been calm and agreeable ever since.
I’ve had other cats that I literally had to sit on to force feed medicine. The worst is when it’s in pill form. That never seems to work.
But liquid? Something else. It was as if she trusted me. Nothing to it.