Tomorrow, I will attempt to take Koa to the vet. Because the vet has never seen her before, there are apparently legal issues with prescribing a tranquilizer. Instead, the suggestion was to give her Benadryl. Yeah, right -- just pop the pill right in -- NOT! Fortunately, I have my Top Secret Weapon -- tuna fish.
I'll dash home in the afternoon, crush half a pill, bury it in tuna fish, maybe sprinkle a little catnip on top, and close off most of the upstairs (and close Theo out of the bedroom; he'll sit in the hallway, tortured, desperate to get in). I'll return to work, then come home a while later, where I'll hopefully find a slumbering cat who doesn't even notice that I'm picking her up and putting her in a carrier. And I'll hope she doesn't wake up until I get her home again.
How many ways can this plan go wrong? We'll see.
Oh yeah, I probably shouldn't let her drive or operate heavy equipment until the drug wears off.
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