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I had a mean old feisty siamese mix for 16 years. Giving him ANY medication was a team job. He was the meanest, strongest cat I've ever seen.
just to give him a pill, one of us would have to literally sit on top of him to pin him down - and that was AFTER wrapping him in a towel.
I have a siamese mix now who's a sweetheart. But good god, that old one was a terror.
Just for kicks, I'll tell you about his death. He had skin cancers real bad on his nose and ears. He was 16, so I wasn't going to treat it aggressively. When it started to bother him in an obvious way, I decided to have him put to sleep. Took him to the vet. It was the second time in his life he'd been to a vet cuz he was just so damned mean. I told the vet he'd need to be sedated before he could put the needle in. He gave Scooter enough sedative to "knock out a 30 pound dog in 15 minutes". Half an hour later, Scooter was still standing. More sedative. Half an hour later, he started to get drowsy. He'd lean over, then right himself. More sedative. 20 minutes later, he couldn't stand, but was still awake. We took him out of his carrier and I held him down while my brother stood in front of him, stroking his head. The needle went in.
Scooter howled, his paw jumped out, and he literally left 3 claws in my brother's hand. I still have the claws in a little shot glass in my curio cabinet.
When he died, I said "he's satan's problem now."
yet I loved that cat more than anything in the world.
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