Recantations of an Animal Nature

[athersgeo]

We have two cats. Giving them ANY kind of medication tends to be a proceedure only undertaken once you've donned a full suit of armour (and not always then). For Felix, the main problem is worming her. You've probably seen the email joke that does the rounds about pilling the cat and the supersonic pill - that could have been written about Felix. For Jessie (who, thank every deity under the sun, we've never had to pill), it's flea spray.

Tonight, though, we hit a new all time low.

Jessie has fleas. Again.

Mum says "We need to deflea Jess."

"OK," I say. "I'll grab, you squirt." [We use the stuff you squirt on the back of the neck because I *still* have scars from the last time we tried an aerosol spray!)

Well, I grabbed (making sure to grab all four paws). Unfortunately, mum had a scissors malfunction and couldn't get the individual tube open. Jess starts to struggle.

I retain my grip. Mum continues to wrestle with the tube. Jessie gets more and more desparate to get down. She wriggles. She squirms. She manages at various points to insert every single claw into my arms. I manage to keep hold. Mum finally gets the tube open, goes to squirt...

...and Jessie goes absolutely ballistic.

She scratches, she kicks, she inserts every claw into me (again). And then when all else fails: She pees. On me.

I think it's safe to say she didn't want to be deflea'd...

Comments

[freespirit127.livejournal.com]

*winces* OUCH!

I agree... Jessie wasn't in a deflea-ing mood...