After more than a week on drugs (one night of which we skipped and regretted it), we had a method down. Until last night.
Toby is onto us. He knows what certain movements mean and even about what time to expect them. This is in spite of our efforts to change things up so this wouldn’t happen.
Last night, he was horrible and vicious. I even have the bite marks to prove it. He got no pill as a result. It was a long night.
Tomorrow, he is getting more pills (we’ve wasted two of the original 10 so far) and a “piller.” Someone suggested this to me the other day and I went, “A what?”
Someone had also suggested pill pockets but Toby with the extra discriminating taste was having none of it. Apparently, the piller is like a syringe but with a specially designed tip to accommodate pills and tablets. It works in much the same way otherwise. Sounds like a winner to me!
The other peril of the past 24 hours has been bitter cold. It got down in the teens last night with windchills below zero. (Someone opened a door earlier and something akin to a gale-force wind blew through, knocked down signs in the lobby and very nearly toppled a huge, potted ficus!
I get to go out into that scenario now. Hopefully, it's only a temporary phase.
C'mon spring! We're all rootin' for ya!