...... we had an interesting couple of hours administering the worm pill.
You'd think after three years it wouldn't be such a big deal. I won't go into the excruciating detail, but there was a good outcome and the evil medicine was eventually swallowed - albeit covered in cat spit and fur.
All I know is that now one of us can step confidently into the helminth infested world, safe in the knowledge that they are protected from every tape-hook-whip-heart worm and nematode known to man. Problem is, I don't think it's necessarily going to be the cat?
Oh and just in case you were worried, the Aged P didn't need to have stitches after all, but she's booked in for six sessions with the trauma therapist starting next month.
So I would say that on the whole it was a resounding success.
Note to self: I wonder if they do catnip flavoured ....... ?