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Calliope spent Friday and parts of Saturday on self-imposed bed rest, being absolutely quiet and letting me carry her places without a twitch. By Saturday evening she was no longer trepidatious about jumping and started to remind me, vocally, that she's not really a pick-up-and-snuggle cat. Sunday she was quick enough to slip by me and spend ten minutes outside, and she stopped being stoically silent and started whining continually about how I was restricting her precious freedoms. Today I gave in and let her out.
Before I remembered that I had pill pocket treats I tried to pill her by force. I now have puncture wounds in my thumb and fingers, and I wish they'd heal as fast as hers apparently have. Thankfully she gobbles the pill in the treat right down.
I found other bite marks on the side of her neck, poor thing, but no heat or swelling anywhere.
Also, my backdoor neighbor came by yesterday while we were working, because he hadn't seen Calliope in a few days and he was worried. It was kind of adorable.
Before I remembered that I had pill pocket treats I tried to pill her by force. I now have puncture wounds in my thumb and fingers, and I wish they'd heal as fast as hers apparently have. Thankfully she gobbles the pill in the treat right down.
I found other bite marks on the side of her neck, poor thing, but no heat or swelling anywhere.
Also, my backdoor neighbor came by yesterday while we were working, because he hadn't seen Calliope in a few days and he was worried. It was kind of adorable.
