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Okay, maybe not...?
So she lay on the towel for a very long time while we pet her and she just looked like she was in a lot of pain - I think she really hurt her bladder when she fell from the chair. Finally, I had just had enough - enough worrying about her!!! It was time to get better - NOW.
I had not given her the bladder-stone prescription food yet because the vet said cats don't always like it. So I was giving her the urinary-tract-forever-prescription food hoping to fatten her up a little first. But enough of that. I opened the bladder-stone can and put a half teaspoon on a spoon. She wanted none of it but wouldn't get up off the floor. I urged and urged and told her how YUMMY it was. She didn't care.
So I pried her mouth open and shoved it in.
She spit it out whole.
I pried open her mouth and shoved it in and held her mouth closed. She spat it all out through her teeth.
I pried open her mouth and shoved it in and held her mouth closed. She spat it all out through her teeth.
Lather, rinse, spit out.
So, I think I got half of that half teaspoon in her mouth.
Honestly? I think she looks a little more lively now. In fact, she's managed to slither quite a few feet away from me. I wonder why, heh.
Posted by Pischina at June 4, 2007 9:44 PM
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