We've Raised a Wuss Cat

Sad but true.

This cat is amazing in so many ways. So sensitive. So affectionate. So beautiful. So graceful. So completely psychic when we start thinking about giving him his medication. And such a squirming mama's boy.

A couple of days ago an ear infection flaired up, and overnight he scratched a big raw spot on his shoulder. So Saturday, it was the trauma of a vet visit. He came back in total mistrust mode; he'd run to another room if he saw either of us walking around. (Forget coming when we call him.) We had to trap him and drag him out from under the furniture just to put the Tressoderm in his ears. This morning we couldn't even get him out from under a cabinet. We finally wrestled his head out just far enough (with my arm pinning him from behind) that C. could put drops in his ears. Just for drops! Heaven help us if we ever have to pill him.

I didn't ask to get a metrosexual cat. I hope he doesn't start shaving his chest, and wearing cosmetics and earrings.