We have two types of glove in our stash of Catorzian thyroid-medicating supplies: plastic ones and latex ones. I am in the habit of referring to them all as “plastic gloves” when describing administering the meds but, in fact, we have a mix of both.
Until now, I have only used the latex ones and, as you know, Louis Catorze said “Non” to the whole procedure. However, on the first and only day that I switched to a plastic glove, it was a clear “HELL, non”. Just when I thought that perhaps the little sod might be getting used to the whole process, he writhed and kicked more than ever before.
Oh dear.
This is a level of detail that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Who knew that the GLOVE MATERIAL would make a difference? But clearly something about the texture of the plastic, or perhaps the way it rustled, was objectionable to Catorze. And we can’t have that.
Right: a more emphatic nope.
So, as from now, it will be latex gloves only, and the plastic ones will be used by Cat Daddy for his bike repairs, and by me for dyeing my hair.
It’s not the first time that the humans have had to make use of the cat’s cast-offs – after all, we’ve made meals before with fish that he has rejected. Nor will it be the last time. Such is life with cats.
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