In the evening I had 2 diabetic cat visits. I went to the first one and it was a nightmare. The older, healthier, fatter cat was beating up on the old skinny diabetic cat (and hissing at me the whole time too!) That put my old man in such a mood that he wasn't eating right away and kept wanting to hide in a corner, meanwhile I had to give him a pill, a shot, and lactulose. He was then angry and hissing too! Poor kid. I don't know what her problem was!
|Oscar - the picked upon|
The next diabetic house was a nightmare too! From the heat on me and the condensation on the bottle of insulin, the bottle flew out of my had as I was rolling it to warm it up and broke on the kitchen floor! UGH!!! :( I was so upset. There was some of the bottle that I salvaged, but still, I NEVER do that! I called and they were very understanding. I was beating myself up for hours about it, still am.
|Harrison - the cat lucky enough to be out of the way of flying insulin bottles|