Last week when Yolanda the vet told me I’d have to start force-feeding Azar I cringed, remembering the ordeal of having to wrap Sunny in a towel and struggle to get him to take his liquid meds. But with Azar it turned out to be a piece of cake! As you can see in the pics, Nog holds him without a towel or any kind of restraint, and although Azar squirms a little, he doesn’t clamp his mouth shut tight like Sunny did, and he is quite okay about getting everything down the hatch – believe me, this is a cat who immediately turns into the Tasmanian Devil when he doesn’t want to be held. And okay, there is a bit of “food spray” resulting in much washing of Nog’s sweaters, but since I’ve been perfecting my technique (including plenty of kisses on the head between squirts of food), I think Azar has actually come to enjoy eating this way…
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