Drama Queen
Mary, for some or other reason that we are yet to figure out, HATES it when we put Frontline on her. And somehow, when we bring out the little pipette, she KNOWS. Her ears go flat and she goes and hides. We usually lock her up after we put the Front line on her – we do not want her to run away because we “tortured” her again. We wait until she has stopped sulking and then we let her out.
We decided, because she gets locked up when we are at work, to put the Frontline on her this morning. By the time we get home this afternoon, she will have forgotten all about the drama this morning.
Hair separated, it begins (look how she pulls back her ears!)
The vet showed us that the liquid does not necessarily have to go between her shoulder blades, but all we need to do is separate the hair along her spine, apply and then “close” the hair up again. This is easier said than done with a cat who hates the application. This means I have to get her to sit still, separate the hair on her back as per the vet, and all this actually takes time. In essence, it now takes two adult humans to do something as simple as apply flea/tick control. I foolishly tried to do it alone this morning, and got rewarded with claws that were unceremoniously dug in to my knee. My partner eventually had to help and it was done.
Doesn’t that face say it all? One very unhappy cat.
Mary was NOT happy and immediately went in to her no-touch zone: a piece of brown paper she hides in. Whenever she goes in to her brown paper, we don’t touch her. That is her safe place.
For days after we have applied the Frontline, she will pull her ears flat, flinch and go hide in her no-touch zone when we even so much as LOOK at her.
Hiding in her no-touch zone
Not only is she the Queen of Cats, but the Queen of Drama too.
