A week after getting their vaccines, the cats got their yearly deworming pills. Millimeter, smart as she is, somehow managed to eat around the pill hidden in her treat. I didn't think she was capable of that, since she's normally eager to devour absolutely anything and everything.
I had to bring out the big guns and hide the pill in some liver sausage. They love that stuff so much that they don't care what else is inside.
October always brings two things: Vaccines for me and vaccines for the cats. And pumpkins and spooky movies, but those don't matter right now.
Gigabyte and Millimeter are true angels and are never aggressive unless provoked. So it's a very stressful experience to put them through the process of being examined and stuck with a needle once a year. It's also heartbreaking to see how sluggish they are and how little appetite they have for about 24 hours after getting vaccinated. Poor babies. But it's for their own good, and I don't want them to get seriously ill.
This concludes this year's vaccination season.
I'm not sure if it's just a phase or if something happened, but she's very hard to read at the moment. One second, she's happily being brushed in her basket; the next, she swats at my hand because it's become too much for her. I don't know what's going on, especially because she still likes to be petted as much as ever. But she hasn't been properly brushed in about two weeks now, and I just hope she decides to let me do it again soon.
Millimeter didn’t actually react like that. That was just my attempt to make the cartoon a bit less boring.
My hand felt a bit numb this morning. The doctor said it might be because Millimeter hit a tendon. It got better over the course of the day.
Millimeter sometimes misjudges her strength. She just wanted to tell me to stop petting her, and I didn’t recognize the signs. My bad.
A proper birthday butt slapping.
