running on fumes

Another long night with Bean. She is really hating the medication, and we still have ten days and twenty doses to go. And now I have to pop a pill into her once a night, just to add to the fun. I'm telling you, no matter how firmly you think you have a cat held, they can find amazing ways to yank their heads out of the way of a medicine dropper, usually resulting in much of the medicine ending up on your shirt and the top of their head. It would be impressive if it weren't so frustrating. And she is waaaay too smart to eat food with the medicine mixed in, darn it...who knew I would be wishing for a dumber cat?

Managed to get a couple of hours of sleep last night, but had some weird dreams. I was walking through a desert, made of blue and white crystal cat litter.Trying to climb the dunes, slipping and sliding, getting no where. Woke up to realize that I had been hearing TheBean scrabbling in the litter pan...that >>shoosh shoosh shoosh<< noise is getting *really* old by now. I will say that sleep deprivation is an interesting high [once you get past the headaches and upset stomach]...

Off to try to see if TheBean will eat some baby food, and also to try to soothe Pepper [who isn't liking the oddness in the household one bit]. This can be over any time now...