Yesterday I gave the un-named kitty a sulfurated lime dip. For the mangy mites. First time I've ever needed to do that to a cat or a dog, and let me tell you, it is not for the faint of heart. I'm pretty sure that little 3 pound cat swore to tear my arm off and bury in the litter box, after processing it. The preceding shampoo was bad enough, but the sulfur must sting like the dickens when it hits open wounds, judging by the way that cat swore at me. The stuff smells bad too. I kept telling the kitty things like, "it's for your own good" and "this will make you feel better." But I still felt really terrible about doing that to him. Based on the instructions from the veterinarian, I've got 3 more times to go, at least. Whee. I feel worse than when I took my boys to the pediatrician for vaccines.
In spite of my brutish behavior, at least from the cat's point of view, he still cuddled up to me when it was all over and done. I am so ridiculously smitten with this kitten. He is, even with the sulfur dip, a welcome distraction during this crazy time.