Sick kitty

For the last few days, we have been finding evidence around that one of the cats is not well. Not big or messy messes, but clearly something has been not going down well.

We finally found out it is Cassidy when she began having sort of dry-heave attacks and acting like she was trying to cough up her toenails. This morning Tom took her to the vet, who said she had [insert favorite not-too-serious feline respiratory disease name here] and gave him some antibiotics to give her in pill form, along with a tasty wrapper to put it in so that she will take it. They experimented with the wrapper and apparently Cassidy think's it's the cat's meow.

This is a big relief, because last year when Sundance was sick, it took both of us to hold her down and force the pill down her throat. The next round we got the meds in liquid form, which she still resisted but we found easier to get her to swallow. Of course, afterwards she hated us intensely for several hours.

Knowing Cassidy, once she has taken all the antibiotics, she will expect us to wrap her food in the tasty wrappers to make her happy.

Kids!