Today is the last day for Cow Mau’s antibiotics after his teeth extraction and scaling. Cow is so tough that I only gave him the Tramadol painkiller for 3 days. It was prescribed for a week, but I could see he was as comfortable as ever and it certainly looked like Cow felt no pain at all, so I didn’t think he needed it. The less chemicals, the better.
He also started eating on that same night (despite the stitches at the extraction site). But then again, so did Vincent for both his tooth extractions last time. Vincent, our soldier.
Cow, our solid IronCat! For for the last 3 years (or longer) living with that rotten tooth – was he in pain or not, we don’t even know. But I cannot be more grateful for this successful procedure (finally, after 3 years, the rotten tooth is out) and also, for the ingenious “bread pill” (wrapping his antibiotic with bread) idea of pilling him. In fact, maybe because of the non-negative experience of being pilled (bread is practically tasteless), Cow has now joined the ranks of the plonkable cats!! I can pill him quite easily without having to rush to the clinic for a tetanus jab!!
Will this work on Pole and Cleo?
You think?
You think?
Bow before me, slave!!
Indy is still on his “substance-user” high on renal kibble. He was quite upset this morning as I made him a wetfood breakfast. But later, I gave in and gave him some kibble (but in water).
Bunny will need a subcut today as his subcut routine is twice-weekly.
Pole: If Cleo looks like Cleopatra, do I still look like Audrey Hepburn?
Presenting….Ms Poldrey Hepburn!
Always, Pole, always!