
I started with the worm medicine. Instead of having it in a dropper form, it was in a syringe and I had to squirt it into his mouth. I laid him on his back and preceded to squirt it down Jack's throat, and he just as quickly spit it right back out. I didn't have an extra, so I had no idea if any of it got down his throat.
Then the real fun started when I had to put stuff in his ears. They told me to clean his ears out, first, but I didn't feel comfortable sticking my finger down his ears, and I wasn't able to get any dead ear mites out. Then I had to put the drops in his ears. Which he promptly shook out. I had to call the vet because I was afraid he was going to lick the medicine off his fur and poison himself. The vet assured me it wasn't toxic.
Afterwards, Jack took off and wanted to be nowhere near me. He looked at me like I was an evil monster trying to harm him. I tried to explain to him the medicine would kill the bugs in his ears and make him stop itching.
When I took Jack back to the vet the next week he was a docile little angel as the pretty vet assistant gave him his worm medicine and cleaned out his ears and put the drops in his ears. It frankly made me sick watching it after all the trouble I had. I need to face the fact that my cat has no respect for me. I can call him by his name until I'm blue in the face and he ignores me, but if one of my neighbors called him by his name, he goes to them the first time they say his name.
The ear mites have been an on-going problem that I pray he's finally overcome. Over time I learned to be more proficient at putting the drops in his ears. He'll let me cradle him in my arms like a baby, sometimes. While I'm cradling him in my arms, he allows me to put the drops in his ears without too much trouble. It also allows the drops to get down where they can do the most good. If you notice from Jack's pictures, he has very large ears.
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