The saga of the vile yellow powder

A while back, I wrote about the immune-boosting powder that I was trying to give to Juliet. My first few attempts resulted in big wet yellow blobs and more white foam than seemed possible. Dr. Randy and I had agreed that I'd give her as much as she could take, even if it was in tiny quantities. So for a long time (or what felt like it at least), I'd mix some into her liquid meds -- about as much as would fit on the side of a flat toothpick.

Occasionally, I'd get a little too enthusiastic, and she'd show her displeasure, but mostly, she was good about taking her meds. Then she started hanging out under the bed around med time. Or I'd flip her onto her back and she'd start panicking or trying to climb to my shoulder. She actually started peeing on me in her panic -- I think she wasn't even aware of it. But I'd look down and find a giant wet spot.

It seemed important to give her this stuff, and I actually think it was helping to some extent, even in its tiny quantity. What did they say about Powdermilk Biscuits? Gives you the strength to stand up and do what needs to be done.

But I finally realized that enough's enough, long after Robert figured it out, which he did right away. I removed the yellow powder from the regimen and lo and behold. No more panic at drug time, no more climbing, and no more peeing.

It's all about balance, I guess. But when I think of how highly evolved cats are, and how stupid humans are, I think we have a lot of catching up to do.