Sorry, yet another kitty post. No quilting content at all. You'll see it here again someday, I promise.
I'm not going to go into the gruesome details, but woohoo, managed to give Pokey her sub-cutaneous fluids all by myself. I'd been reading about how lots of cats can't stand to be confined while this is happening to them so I tried to just hold her by the scruff. No, not with Pokey. Putting her in a shoebox didn't help either. In the end I wrapped her up thoroughly and completely in a towel so she couldn't move at all. After that she didn't struggle whatsoever.
She's got the whole hunchback look going now (where all the fluid is pooled up) and I wish she'd come out from under the bed so that I could just double-check that everything is okay. I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. I hope she still loves me. She was still sweet this morning after two aborted attempts so I think we'll be fine.
Thanks so much for all the encouragement and support. It means a great deal.
I just realized I haven't had anything to eat today. Wow, that's so unlike me. Gotta go grab a late lunch/early dinner. Later.
p.s. seconds after I hit "publish" Pokey came in and let me rub her head a bit. But when it looked like I was going to get out of the chair she was off like a shot. Still, she's up and moving and there's no fluids gushing... I take that back. She's somewhat damp. She came by for some more love and a quick belly rub. So I'm not sure I got all the fluid in there, but got most of it!