I'm
FRUSTRATED!!! <--- notice extra exclamation points. This means I'm serious.
This past
Tuesday night I had 16 cats inside my house. SIXTEEN! But I'm getting ahead of
my story.
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| Adult Male #1 -- handsome panfur mancat |
On Monday I
hauled Stray #1 - Male - back to vet. He'd been sneezing with runny eyes which
equaled a respiratory infection. Also -- worms. Pretty sure, why not, the
kittens do. I also took in the sweetie pie female tabby so my vet could see
her. She's 3 months old, 3 lbs, and guess what? Besides worms...she has ear
mites. And so did Stray 1. Ack!
I had to buy dewormer for Mom cat and the Ninja kittens plus ear mite
liquid.
So after
dinner I begged Ray to help me deworm the Ninjas. It’s a
topical like Advantage only with a special ingredient (like platinum) to make it super
pricey. Whatever! I dewormed Mom Cat and did her ears, bless her she's so nice.
The
Ninjas... I had Ray on the ready outside the bathroom door with ear stuff and deworm
stuff. I went in carrying a towel and managed to get hold of Feisty aka Mister
Congeniality. Compared to the two black kittens, Feisty is a piece of cake. Ray
came in, making rude comments about how the bathroom stinks (like I couldn't
tell -- rolling eyes here) and he applied the stuff to Feisty and left. I
released Feisty, then tried to grab a black kitten. I get one wrapped up like a
burrito but apparently my burrito wrapping sucks because he wiggled loose,
screaming like a girl at a Bieber concert. I didn't let go, but was way too
wary of those back claws. I'm already sporting a lovely gouge in my left palm.
Long story short -- didn't happen. Didn’t happen with the other black kitten
either who has defied my every attempt to make friends.
Ninja
Kittens 5, Kim 0.
THEN!
