Amateur

I'm getting more and more concerned about squeak. He's had the shits for what I think has been more than a month. Sometimes he seems to be doing better and other times I feel like we're just moseying along with placebos.

It started with just crapping by the dining table on the carpet. Yes my friends, the landlord has the whole place covered in think really dark pink carpet. I've become used to it. Anyway I thought it was just in protest of the dirty litter box so I cleaned it. Then I thought it was because I changed to a cheaper alternative so I went back to old faithful. Then I thought it was because he didn't know whe'd gone back to Arm N Hammer so I shut him in the bathroom with it for a couple hours. He came out and puked. That's when I decided to take him to the vet.

He hates going in the crate and groaned the whole way there. He hasn't been in a crate since I brought him here. I guess some people take their cats for a yearly visit. I didn't know. I even used a q-tip and ziplock to take a sample. He said it was an overgrowth of bacteria.

He game me some kind of antibiotic. I can't remember what it was called but I had to give him 1cc a day for a week. It never really worked. It seemed like he would get a little better after I gave it to him in the evening but by the next day we were back as square one. The steamer found a new home beside the table.

I gave the antibiotic a week after finishing to work and I wasn't seeing an end to it. I called the vet back and I really hate playing messenger with the animal nurses. They call you and relay the message to the big man and then call you back with a reply. Ugh. Anyway, another $26 prescription.

The first time I gave it to him, he hardly fought. I rewarded with a whole can of tuna. Thought we might be onto something and bought more tuna. The flora I had been putting in the dry food was causing a hunger strike. So he was eating. I bought more tuna. The next 3 pills have been a nightmare.

He has claimed the bathroom on the other side of the trailer (my bathroom) as his sanctuary. Gypsy has been asserting herself but misses him too. He stays in there. This morning I didn't have any help getting it in so I put a blanket over him and pried his mouth open. I got it in held his mouth shut. He scooted backwards out of the blanket, bolted, and there on the corner of the bedsheet was the fucking pill!

Fuck this, I broke it open and put it with the flora and the tuna. He ate around it. I think he'll get it eventually. We have a pretty good routine now though. If he hershey squirts in the tub so I can hose it away, he gets a can of tuna. His first dose was Friday. I thought by now we'd have some form. Not yet. I'm just now realizing that this is as boring as a bout with a kid's snotty nose. Such is life.