This is the face of an extremely upset little boy. We made an unplanned trip to the vet yesterday because Scout was relapsing from bladder issues he had last month.

The folks at his vet’s office are extremely kind and he seems to like them ok. At least he behaves like a little prince when he’s there. Notice the dagger eyes I get when they leave the room?

For the next two weeks, every morning and every evening he has to take a liquid medication as well as two pills.

And then for another week, he will take just one pill per day.

That’s 35 pills and 28 syringes of medicine I have to get into him.

He recently had to take a different liquid medicine and we perfected that process without any blood shed or lost claws. But pills are next level insanity when dealing with a cat.

He ran when he saw me coming last night and I honestly didn’t blame him. They provided this little plastic thing to shoot pills into his throat but it was not made for the small mouth of a cat and was truly awful for him.

After a couple of failed attempts with that tool, I surrendered and found better success with just prying open his mouth and tossing them down his throat.

Poor guy.

He also has to transition onto some special food, can no longer have treats, and isn’t allowed any people food at all. I am pescatarian but lean toward vegetarian. It looks like I’ll need to transition myself to full on vegetarian at home because he is a persistently persuasive little son-of-a-gun when there’s a piece of salmon involved.

Last night I ate a tuna sandwich on the porch. He could smell it on me when I went back in and I felt like a criminal.

He is no longer shooting daggers from his eyes but is very confused about why I’m such a crappy mom right now.

I’m not sure if it’s for me or for him but …. Send help!