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Pilling The Cat Chronicles, Part Umpty-Zillion
So, the vet told us to start giving Chita thyroid medication when we got back, rather than trying to make the boarding place people do it.
My older sister, it turns out, has a cat with hyperthyroidism. Crawfish is twelve or thirteen, and has always been slender, but now is nearly skeletal. She started medicating him quite recently.
He takes the pills from her hand, wrapped in deli meat or cheese. She’s developed a routine where she feeds him two or three little morsels, folded up, and slips the pill into one of them. He never checks, doesn’t care, and eats them all greedily, because he’s always hungry because his metabolism is so high.
So, tonight, while Chita was meowing around the kitchen– as she does anytime you go in there after dark, because it might be her dinnertime because she can’t tell time– I got a piece of sliced American cheese and tore it into a couple of small pieces, and fed it to her. She’s not used to taking food from my hands, I rarely give her treats because, well, she’s not used to them, because we’ve never bothered developing any kind of behavior around that.
I hadn’t pre-made up the little folded bits, though, and as I was trying to make the cheese into small enough pieces for her quite small mouth, I couldn’t really get the pill to stay in the cheese.
She ate it anyway, because she was so excited that I was giving her cheese, which I’m not sure she’s ever had before. She was skeptical about the first piece but once she tasted it then she wanted all the cheese that I had.
I’ll have to go out and get some ham or something, and it would behoove me to get a small container of pre-cut smallish pieces because she honestly can’t eat a whole slice of that stuff, but. So far, a tentative success.
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Pilling The Cat Chronicles, Part Umpty-Zillion
So, the vet told us to start giving Chita thyroid medication when we got back, rather than trying to make the boarding place people do it.
My older sister, it turns out, has a cat with hyperthyroidism. Crawfish is twelve or thirteen, and has always been slender, but now is nearly skeletal. She started medicating him quite recently.
He takes the pills from her hand, wrapped in deli meat or cheese. She’s developed a routine where she feeds him two or three little morsels, folded up, and slips the pill into one of them. He never checks, doesn’t care, and eats them all greedily, because he’s always hungry because his metabolism is so high.
So, tonight, while Chita was meowing around the kitchen– as she does anytime you go in there after dark, because it might be her dinnertime because she can’t tell time– I got a piece of sliced American cheese and tore it into a couple of small pieces, and fed it to her. She’s not used to taking food from my hands, I rarely give her treats because, well, she’s not used to them, because we’ve never bothered developing any kind of behavior around that.
I hadn’t pre-made up the little folded bits, though, and as I was trying to make the cheese into small enough pieces for her quite small mouth, I couldn’t really get the pill to stay in the cheese.
She ate it anyway, because she was so excited that I was giving her cheese, which I’m not sure she’s ever had before. She was skeptical about the first piece but once she tasted it then she wanted all the cheese that I had.
I’ll have to go out and get some ham or something, and it would behoove me to get a small container of pre-cut smallish pieces because she honestly can’t eat a whole slice of that stuff, but. So far, a tentative success.
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