Every artist has those days; yesterday was such a day for Lily. She appeared as usual at dinnertime, meowing softly (not usual for her); soon, she was howling in obvious pain. Stella scooped her up and took her straight to the vet’s office, which was fortunately still open. Soon, Lily was herself again, having had some assistance with self-expression (cat owners will know what I mean).
But now she needs to be medicated twice a day, and Stella is heading out of town this afternoon to visit Texas A&M for the weekend with her brother, who is himself an Aggie (I’m guessing class of 1973 or so). I protested that there was no way Lily would allow me to feed her medicine; in recent months, Lily doesn’t really want me to get close to her at all. Stella was not happy with my reluctance. But this morning, she attempted to give Lily her pill… and even Stella couldn’t manage the task; Lily was too quick for her! Stella is now at work; Lily is still unmedicated (indeed, she has hidden somewhere in the house), and the scheduled trip is still scheduled… given Stella’s frame of mind, I’d best not say anything at all to her!
UPDATE: Friday evening, all’s well. See comments.