No. Not that kind of Revolution.
I'm talking about the kind I have to douse on Ella once a month. It's the name of her anti-flea/anti-heartworm medicine and I may as well be trying to stage a revolution to get it on her every month.
The stuff smells of rubbing alcohol and kind of gives off vapors as it dries.
She hates that.
I have to hold her still so I can get it at a spot behind her neck where she can't lick it off.
She hates sitting still...when it's not her choice.
Based on her reaction as it goes on I'm guessing it's unpleasantly cold as it touches her skin.
She hates that too.
I try to explain it's for her own good but, well, she's a cat.
I've developed all sorts of techniques to a) remember when to do it, b) set the medicine up so it's ready to go whenever she wanders by, and c) actually get it on her.
See that paper-clip holder deal in the photo?
That's all part of the plan. Ella especially hates the hissing sound the liquid makes when it comes out of the hole in the tube, I have learned to cut a big piece off of the end, replace the blue cap, and use the paperclips in this holder to keep it upright. This way the next time Ella wanders along I can just put her in my lap, open the tube and put it on her...soundlessly.
I write on my exercise calendar on the first of every month: Ella Med. I keep the stuff in the cabinet with my exercise gear. Whatever day I'm home close to the beginning of the month, I grab the medicine and set it up on my desk.
Presto! Done for another month. And she only remembers to hate me for a little while.
Presto! Done for another month. And she only remembers to hate me for a little while.
So I've got that goin' for me.
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