Hildebeest Purrpetua is still itchy. I've changed her litter, changed her foods, and am combing copious amounts of fur from her daily. And still, she itches. And scratches and bites herself. There are no signs of bugs, no rash, nada. The vet says she may just be feeling dry skin, to boil water... and give her benadryl to stop her developing the habit of scratching and biting.
Being the devil-may-care, daring type who lives on the edge and fears nothing, I ambushed her with my furry lap rug. For a hot second she looked like Vanessa Redgrave in "Camelot", a little face in a mountain of fake fur. In that brief moment when she was surprised I stuck the 1/4 of a pill down her gullet and she swallowed it. Then the bloody battle began. It happened so fast that I can't remember the details. All I know is one minute I had her wrapped up in my left arm and the next I had a lap rug over my head and was bleeding in several places.
My right side got the worst of it, as she propelled herself to freedom via my skin. From the knee down I look like I've been thru a raspberry patch. She got my face and hand, too. Nobody touches the face and gets away with it. Nobody.
She is now comfortably sprawled out on the table in the front window (still haven't gotten my plants back from Plague), sleeping.
But wait til 4 o'clock, my pretty. If you thought a little bloodletting would keep me from doing it again, you don't know me. Huge friggin claws won't stop me. You're gonna spend a few days in a benadryl dreamworld until you stop scratching. Resistance is futile.
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