Lesson learned
Well I was having a harder and harder time medicating Katcher. This morning he ate under the couch but refused to come out and when he finally did, to drink, he crawled right back under when he saw that I’d seen him. I had to leave for my chiropractic appointment. And y’know what? Herb managed to do everything: food, insulin, pill, ointment AND get purring after! Funny, too, because as I was coming back, not knowing how things had gone, I had a hunch that perhaps, for once, I’d have to step back and let someone else take charge. Who knows why or how, but these two, the human who can’t stand the idea of needles and the cat who’d rather froth at the mouth for hours than be given a pill, well, they work well together. Perhaps their anxieties cancel out one another. Perhaps for Katcher I can only be the giver of love and praise, not the doctor (with Milady it’s the opposite — I am both primary love-provider and the only caregiver who has no problem with her whatsoever).
It’s a very good thing, too, because I will be working away from home two days a week for a couple of months. My mind is reeling with strange random thoughts, as it is wont to do this time of year, and I see good stuff ahead.
