I can’t believe it went this easily, and with neither a towel nor a partner. (Jen was held up and I wanted to go to bed.) For a moment I thought I just squirted liquid all over his neck, but when the syringe was empty, his fur was dry. He didn’t budge, didn’t make a sound, and probably had no idea why I was hootin’ and hollarin’ when it was all done.
We’ll do it again in two weeks.
Panel 1: I have the needle ready and Pip is nearby. I get a text: “Ugh. Stuck at the thing. Won’t be home until late. Sorry hun. :(”
Panel 2: I say cartoon a swear word.
Panel 3: Anxiously, nervously, I jab the cat’s scruff.
Panel 4: I’m pleasantly surprised as Pip sits peacefully. “Huh,” I say. “Holy [cartoon swear word.]”