Basura cat and me are in a great fight
I have to give her eye drops both day and night
“ I hate them” she said to me
I replied, “You need them, so that you can see”
I call her, she run and hides under the bed
Pulling her out, is something I dread
Then with eye drops in hand, and fear in my heart
The eye drops adventure, both do we start
I hold her tight against my chest
I’m guessing that you can guess the rest
She kicks and she bites with all of her might
I can only hold on with all of my might
One drop in one eye, one drop in the other
She’s like a small child, I’m like her mother
When finally the eye drops are dropped in place
She looks at me, like I’m a disgrace
Oh my cat, she’s usually so kind and gentle
But sometimes she like cooked jalapeños and lentils
Every 6 hours until the end
When Basura and I can be friends again.
Today’s Musing: “Cat’s never forget ~ so hide the eye dropper” ~ Katrina Curtiss, caretaker of Basura
You are her mom. Yes you are. She knows you’re doing it because you love her. She’ll forgive you soon enough! Hang in there you two!?