Subterfuge

F thinks I don't know, but I do. I know everything. 

I saw the vet box come out. I don't go anywhere in the vet box anymore because I have Donkey and a backpack to ride in (or on), so I knew it wasn't for me. For the previous 3 or 4 days going and coming from work we had been met at the door by Mrs Calico. She had got a really sore mouth - cats know these things about each other. Hers was infected and smelled bad too, and she wanted to eat but she couldn't, so she was winding round and round F pleading for help.  I didn't hiss at her. We have a pact - my human, but you can borrow her attention.

Humans can be a bit slow. Mrs Calico's problem had been building up for a few weeks. She had been drooling in her food and eating really delicately and reluctantly.

Off to the vet. That was last Thursday after work. An hour later they were back and F turned the spare bedroom into an infirmary. That only lasted about three hours. The 2 stabbings of anti-biotics and the painkiller (most probably the painkiller) saw her wolf down some tuna (F read somewhere the rich smelling food will sometimes get sick cats to eat), get a good brushing with my old cast-off brush, and decide that as the door was where she came in, that was where she wanted to go out. She pleaded and pleaded. Having apparently suffered no catastrophic side effects of antibiotics, she got her way and F took her outdoors again just after 11pm.  The pair of then sat on the path in front of our building breathing the hot, still night air for a while and then each meandered off to their respective beds.

Mrs C has to have antibiotics every day for 12 days. F is finding that challenging. Tuna seems to work, but the better Mrs C feels the more she smooches humans and she gets treats elsewhere too, so she isn't always hungry enough to eat her medicine - even powdered into tuna.

Bin the antibiotics I say, and give ME the tuna.

(F says it is tuna iceblock season again - heat does have its bonuses.)