Ugh!!
Fuzzy and Harry spending some time
in the prime spot of the porch.
There are good “Ughs” and some not so good “Ughs.”
The good ugh of the day: “Ugh, I now need to share my rocking chair?” The newbies, Fuzzy and Harry, were in my rocking chair soaking up some sun when I came out this afternoon. These two charmers are just that, charm the pants right off of you. The squeaky toy that Kersten and Kevin sent over for Snuggles earlier this year is a hit with these two. It is the squeak that keeps on giving.
Getting onto the bad “Ugh”: Butter Ball was suppose to have his yearly check up this morning at 9:00 a.m. We bought some treats that were suppose to have a calming effect on the cat. Two treats were the prescribed dose. At eight this morning, Dennis gave Butter Ball three of the treats. By 8:20, I was applying an antiseptic to Dennis’ arm, finishing off with band-aids. 
Butter Ball is one really strong cat. I had happened to look out the bathroom window towards the porch patio doors and all I could see was a tail flailing wildly with an occasional pair of paws jutting straight out. By the time I got outside, Butter Ball was hiding under the car and Dennis was wiping blood.
We canceled out on the appointment and Dennis made a trip to the veterinary clinic seeking help. Help . . . to knock out this cat enough to get him into a carrier for his checkup. We have several pills that can be crushed up and put into something that Butter Ball will eat. Actually, a half pill is suppose to do it. Hmm. It will be some time before Butter Ball wants anything to do with us. We have given Butter Ball the best year of his life. “Ugh.”
Later this afternoon, I did put some butter on the tip of my finger and Butter Ball took a sniff of it and then strode off. Snuggles had no problem licking my finger right down to the first knuckle. This whole project will take some time. I can assure you that even if Butter Ball is comatose, he will get his annual checkup.