Giving medicine to a cat

This is Bo-Bo:

His full name is ‘Snowball’ – but he usually responds to the diminutive ‘Bo-Bo’.

This past weekend, my neighbours (and friends) went away for a 4-day trip.  As I am the local animal-lover, they asked me to look after their cats (Snowball is one of 3 felines in that family).  At the last moment, Snowball (he is a little dominant…) got into a fight with another cat in the neighbourhood and the vet said he must get 2 antibiotic pills a day… could I handle the challenge of giving Bo-Bo his medicine?

I agreed to give it a try – my friends deserved a break!

Snowball was happy to see me when I came in and fed him – the first time.  Then he got annoyed that I would not let him out (he was to stay indoors while recuperating).  When I gave him his medicine – he got really, really mad at me.

The next medicine time, he was ready!

There was no way he would allow me, an outsider, to come in, hold him down in a chair and shove a pill down his throat!  His family may be away, and he may not be feeling his best and I may have taken him by surprise the first time… but – no more!  He would fight against this indignity!

Bo-Bo put up a mighty battle…

I did learn some things:

  1. Cats can – and do – growl.
  2. If you do NOT allow the cat to ‘have the last word’, the ‘next time’ will much easier.

Yes, I am glad to report that now, Bo-Bo is all well and healthy – and he does NOT growl at me any more.  Not even when I put him into the ‘medicine chair’, make him wait till I get the pill, sit beside him, open his mouth and pop the pill in!

Quite a change of attitudes!

And I did not do anything other than outlast his ‘bitching’ and ‘have the last word’.

One could say, I suppose, that I have learned how to ‘out-bitch a cat’!

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One Response to “Giving medicine to a cat”

  1. Derek Says:

    That cat acts as if he is being tortured.

    Xanthippa says:
    I suspect that he thought that being held down and having a pill shoved down his throat constituted torture…

    Tough, things got better: much better.

    Once he came to terms with the fact that I WAS going to give him his medicine, 2x a day, whether he fought me or not, he stopped fighting. I showed his ‘family’, once they came back, just how well he accepted his meds: I brought him to ‘the medicine chair’ – he miewed once, but did not growl or hiss or snarl, not even once. There, he waited while I got the pill, sat beside him, he opened up his mouth when prompted, ate the pill and sat there, letting me pet him (to make sure the pill went down) util I told him it was OK to go.

    The secret to taming him? NOT letting him have the last word when he ‘growled’….


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