Cats and Worms
My cats have worms. I gave them worm medicine this afternoon.
I wasn't here for awhile after I gave them the meds since Mum and I went apartment hunting in Conroe and then I had to go to work. Now that I'm home, I'm remembering why I was avoiding deworming them.
I've gotten in the habit of periodically checking their butts for worms. Especially when they're on my bed (which is most of the time when I'm here). If I see a worm, I throw them off and tell them to go wash their butt and they can come back. The worst I saw was once when Bel had two coming out at the same time and they were wriggling together and...*shudders* Yeah...nuff said.
Now? I swear, those things are coming out one after the other. I feel bad because I don't want to kick them out of my room and make them think that I don't love them, but I also don't want those things falling out on my bed so that I have a whole bunch of dried worms floating around in my covers. And since Bel likes to greet me in the morning by walking around all over my chest, head and face...it was bad enough when she was sitting on my arm and I got one on me...if one fell on my face/head. *bigger shudder* Just...no.
This is what I get for not deworming them as soon as they were old enough.
I wasn't here for awhile after I gave them the meds since Mum and I went apartment hunting in Conroe and then I had to go to work. Now that I'm home, I'm remembering why I was avoiding deworming them.
I've gotten in the habit of periodically checking their butts for worms. Especially when they're on my bed (which is most of the time when I'm here). If I see a worm, I throw them off and tell them to go wash their butt and they can come back. The worst I saw was once when Bel had two coming out at the same time and they were wriggling together and...*shudders* Yeah...nuff said.
Now? I swear, those things are coming out one after the other. I feel bad because I don't want to kick them out of my room and make them think that I don't love them, but I also don't want those things falling out on my bed so that I have a whole bunch of dried worms floating around in my covers. And since Bel likes to greet me in the morning by walking around all over my chest, head and face...it was bad enough when she was sitting on my arm and I got one on me...if one fell on my face/head. *bigger shudder* Just...no.
This is what I get for not deworming them as soon as they were old enough.