That should read: Tasmanian Devil, Bucking Bronco, and Ninja of a thousand, flashing swords. What do they have in common? They are the all-at-a-time alter ego of our cat, Kipling, when we try to crate, medicate, or hold in anyway! He's also inhabited by a banshee as he uses his very loud Siamese "don't fuck with me" yowl whilst we try to do so! He's always been a bit feral, but will also sit beside me and sleep with us, purring happily away.
He has a yeast infection in each ear. He weighs 12.6 lbs of pure muscle with barely any nape of the neck to hang onto. He's so terrified at the vet's, he trembles and tolerates, barely, their ministrations. At home, with Roger, me or both of us, we have to close all bedroom and bathroom doors and corner him. Or, sneak up on him when he's happily ensconced on our bed. Then all hell breaks loose. We can usually dose one ear, the other is long gone, leaving, one time, the palm of my hand shredded. Other times, we've been lucking not to draw back a stub.
I've never had a cat I could not dose with meds. I love our vets, but they are not getting the picture. I've called twice, the last time to see about home visits to help as he has to have this for two weeks. They suggested trying an ointment first, instead of the watery stuff. What they don't get is this is not a case of hold the nice kitty in your lap, or wrap a towel around him, or sit on him even, and he'll "tolerate" it. I intend to call them back tomorrow, BUT have any of you had any experience with treating feral cats or an idjit like this one?
Please don't suggest putting him in a pillowcase. There is no way we could do that.:-)