I got clawed some more this morning, and lots of howling, pissing and moaning.  The bitch tried to bite me too.  A goddamned nightmare.  And I'm losing it; I'm taking it personal, I'm not enjoying getting clawed and bitched at and fucked with.

I called the vet Kelly uses; turns out they will give the cat her meds for five bucks, and they're teaching me, to boot.  Twice a day is ten bucks, but who's counting?

Not I.

The vet tech made it look so easy.

I'm gonna turn this into a positive.  I'm going to learn this.