triptych of suspicion
Nov. 5th, 2009 01:35![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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i got lots done today; good day. real artist acrylics are beautiful; so saturated. i've never worked with such lovely paints before.
vincent is deigning to let me pet him again; apparently i am finally forgiven for the flea treatment. little does he know what is yet to come. *sigh*. i wish we could communicate better with animals.
though i guess "we're gonna have the vet pull all your teeth and chop off your balls" wouldn't go over real well in any case.
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on 2009-11-05 17:23 (UTC)Brandy wouldn't put up with the liquid food, and refuses to eat wet food, but the baby food was a grand treat. And as soon as his mouth healed up, he was right back to eating the kibble -- he bolts it whole, instead of chewing it -- although we did have to switch to a smaller-bore kibble, because he couldn't stop himself from taking such big gulps and half-gummed kibble would spew out of his mouth all over the floor. *G*
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on 2009-11-05 21:58 (UTC)we just went through pulling all teeth with shadow, and we were so lucky; it was no problem whatsoever. i pureed regular cat food with cream and an egg, and she scarfed it up. she is also one of the two where squirting it in her mouth would have worked, she is a very sweet cat and not prone to outbreaks of violence even at extreme provocation from her humans. she ate her regular kibble after about a week -- though of course by then the whole pack was lining up every feeding to have wet food, because just feeding one the good stuff would not go over well.
they all love wet food, including the new toms (they try and climb into the bowls while i am still holding them), so that is very handy for hiding a multitude of meds. i've never yet met a feral who was picky about food, which makes sense. yay, one upside for ferals!
tuna and salmon are the ultimate bribes.
glad it worked out so well for brandy!
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on 2009-11-05 19:19 (UTC)...no, probably not. It took one of my cats about two years to forgive me for getting her reproductive bits removed (although the number of times we moved probably didn't help). She's probably going to end up without many teeth eventually, poor girl.
Actually, I'm not sure I want to know what my cats are telling me some of the time.
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on 2009-11-05 20:14 (UTC)I did have a couple who got cranked up over the flea treatment every damn time but a conciliatory offering of tuna usually solved that. And the cross-country move a few years back put the cat firmly in the 'you are a cat mugger!' camp towards me, though he greeted my husband as a liberator. Radar shows signs of having mostly forgiven me now, but he will probably always prefer my husband.
Dogs, as far as I can tell, don't care as long as the walks and the cookies keep coming.
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on 2009-11-05 22:39 (UTC)The other cat is basically a six-pound, cat-shaped dog.
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on 2009-11-05 21:22 (UTC)no subject
on 2009-11-07 22:57 (UTC)