I love my cat Frannie. Right now she has a bladder problem and needs to take anti-biotics. She also has to be on a special diet for the rest of her life. And if that isn't enough, she's a bit overweight. Well, she didn't like the special diet so I'm mixing it in with her old food -- something the vet told me NOT to do -- but she wasn't eating at all. It's too much stress on her to give her anti-biotics AND a special diet. So I'm working in the special diet. I have to live with her, the vet doesn't. Frannie hates the anti-biotics. I try to hide the syringe when I'm taking it out of the refrigerator, so I can catch her unaware. But somehow she knows the difference between opening the refrigerator when I'm hungry, and when I'm going to zap her in the mouth with liquid medicine. As soon as I open the refrigerator for her meds, she hisses.
Frannie hisses a lot. She hisses when people come over, when other cats come around, and at me. She hates other animals and people, and sometimes even me. Just when I think can't take her anymore, she jumps on my lap and purrs and lets me pet her. Or when I'm standing she sits next to me and meows. Then she looks up at me. So I pick her up, put her over my shoulder, and pet her. That's heaven on earth to her.
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