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Although I am very lucky to be able to go to such beautiful places on holiday, I really enjoy being back home. 

One thing I am not enjoying, however, is having to administer Louis Catorze’s thyroid medication. Two weeks away from it has made me forget just how non-fun it is. 

That said, it’s interesting (well, not “interesting” by most people’s standards, just for those of us who have to administer meds to bastard cats) how our methods evolve, and how we adapt to make a really shit process perhaps 0.01% less shit. 

I do the morning application by myself, before I go to work. This involves applying a drop of medication to the finger of a glove, then Acting Normal until I am able to pounce on the little sod. Very often, I just pick up the glove and wipe the gel onto his ear. I don’t bother to put the glove fully on as it would be utterly impossible to do this with one hand, whilst restraining a screaming, writhing bastard cat in the other. 

However, the evening session is a two-man job; Cat Daddy holds Catorze and has what he calls “one of their man-to-man chats”, and that buys me some time to actually put on the glove and do it properly.  

The most recent chat went something like this: 

Cat Daddy: “Louis-boy! Your fur is feeling nice and soft, isn’t it? Have you been out in the rain? Are you enjoying the summer? Lots of birds and bugs to see out there.”

Catorze, hanging limply in his papa’s arms and listening intently: “Mwah.” 

Sometimes, if I’m taking too long to fetch all the medication paraphernalia, Cat Daddy will tell me to hurry up, but he says it in his Cat Daddy voice to avoid alerting Catorze. 

Between us, with Cat Daddy providing the diversion and me doing the actual deed, we get the job done. 

I know that there are people out there who have to deal with worse. But I still hate this. 

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