Mitzi, I wish you could talk

**gini** · 02-11-2008, 12:06 PM

I know how you feel. When they have been ill and start feeling better and we can see the improvement - it just makes your heart sing doesn't it?

**cassiesmom** · 02-11-2008, 03:07 PM

Awww, Mitzi, sweetheart! You can awaken me at 3 AM with purrs and head bops any time you like. The only thing I get awakened for by Cassie Cat is ... FOOD! [She knows that if she picks at her supper, and then makes a ruckus in the early hours of the morning, I will feed her.] I am so glad to read that you feel well enough to chase your tail! Hughughughughug!

**RedHedd** · 02-13-2008, 12:22 AM

She's not out of the woods yet. I have a feeling it's the antibiotics again. She's hiding a lot, although she's still eating and drinking and snuggling at night. She'll emerge to eat, drink, pee and poop, but when she sees me, she seems to be scared that I'm going to try and give her meds and goes scampering under the bed.

I'm so distraught! Mitzi! Please get better! Please stop hiding

**Catty1** · 02-13-2008, 01:20 AM

Awww....poor you and Mitzi!

Have you tried Pill Pockets with her? Then she'll see you as the source of treats instead of meds.

Or is it the type of med you can't wrap in anything?

If the antib's are affecting her tummy a bit, try smearing some plain unflavoured yogurt on her paws and letting her lick them. Yogurt replaces the 'good' bacteria that the antib's kill (the meds are very democratic...). You can check on your vet with this too.

I'm sure she is just med-wary, that's all. Is she due for another checkup soon?

HUGS and more prayers for you and pretty Mitzi!

**RedHedd** · 02-13-2008, 10:02 AM

Of course as soon as I hit "post" Mitzi came out of hiding, meowing for me to play with her - she's making me cuckoo!

So we had a lively play session with her chasing her favorite ribbon toy.

The vet was on the fence about pill-pockets because her stomach was so sensitive last week. I don't think they'd work with her anyway - she's such a wise little minx and would quickly realize that pill-pockets means meds.

I had a talk with her last night after I gave her her meds, letting her know that I know she hates them, but they're necessary to help make her better. Maybe she understood. Who knows what goes on in their little walnut-sized brains?