I think it’s because I’ve tried everything for fleas and I can’t get it on him or it doesn’t work. I went to vet’s, across the street, they told me I can bring him in tomorrow and they will administer some good meds. I can’t even get that wild and crazy guy in his carrier so my son says he’ll come help me.
I was up until 3 because the 3rd attempt at meds I thought I got on his face and maybe eyes. Rusty was so easy to take care of. Now at my age I’ve got a wildcat that’s very loving as long as he is in charge.
My gosh, he’s a terror!
I pick up Roy to put goop in his ears, syringe liquid in his mouth, clean his eyes and ears - and he purrs. I feel guilty - but grateful - that he has to go through all this.