What's New, Pussycat?

Our Molly, The World's Loudest Small Ginger Cat ©, turns 15 years old in a couple of months, and B and I had thought that she had retired from the hunting game, as 2011 has so far been free of small rodents caught and killed, or worse, caught and let loose in the house.

Not on your nelly! On Sunday night at nearly midnight, Moll renewed her Professional Pussycat Licence, and brought home a still live mouse, which, after I had taken her and her captive outside I made her drop using the long practiced method pulling her head back so that her jaws opened. That done, Moll is then locked in the house while the mouse makes its escape.

Knackered after decimating local wildlife..

This afternoon she caught another, this time killing it as well. I disposed of the corpse when I got home. It just goes to show that the old girl still has what it takes in the world of feline butchery!

Moll's only ailment thus far in her old age is an ongoing hyperactive thyroid problem, held at bay by one and a half pills a day (15mg) of Vidalta that costs roughly £1 per tablet. Having checked online they can be obtained for less than half that price, not that our vet has let us know. I reckon along with dentists, running a domestic veterinary practice is a licence to print money.

Update - In order to get Molly's meds online a vet's perscription is required. The vets charge £12 + VAT for the privilege. Am I surprised? No, not really! Anyway, the cost per mg of the drug at the vets is 9.74p, and even including the perscription fee the cost online is 4.35p! No contest.

Being a pair of wusses we currently give Moll the tablets hidden in such things as cat treats, cooked chicken, tuna, corned beef, fish paste, cheese, but the wily old girl gets wise to all of these eventually, and so the cycle starts again. She is getting her medication but it is probably not the full dosage or regularly enough, although she seems healthy enough as her renewed hunting escapades have proven.

Eventually we're going to have to bite the bullet and use the dreaded pill-popper. The one and only time we've attempted (and failed) to use it, Moll took my arm off and ran up the garden with it. Remember, this is a cat that three vets could not hold still for long enough to take a blood sample from one of her front legs, so it's going to be an ongoing struggle but one we'll have to get used to.