I got a glucometer. I wanted to try to test my cat’s blood sugar.<\/p>\n
My poor cat. He loves me, he trusts me. He doesn’t understand what I’m doing to him.<\/p>\n
I have read up on what this is supposed to be like. I am supposed to read the instructions on how to set up the glucometer.<\/p>\n
I did that.<\/p>\n
I am supposed to load up the microlance. It had a one button spring that<\/p>\n
I did that.<\/p>\n
I even called the 800 number and spoke to Hattie about it. She affirmed that I had done everything correctly.<\/p>\n
But after wrestling with my cat, and using the button that shoots out a stabbing needle, I could not get any blood out of his foot pad.<\/p>\n
I had to resort to the ear. But the microlance didn’t seem to be jumping out far enough. I set it to jab further.<\/p>\n
That made the cat jump. And made the lance give this huge scratch on his poor kitty ear.<\/p>\n
WHICH DID NOT BLEED.<\/p>\n
I could not get enough blood to do the test.<\/p>\n
after all this, the time for the cat’s injection had arrived.<\/p>\n
He was not interested in seeing me for a while. After peering suspiciously around the corner at me, he relented and came up for his treats and injection.<\/p>\n
He took one treat and then wiggled away. He stood at the other end of the room and glared at me. He was saying with all his kitty body:<\/p>\n
I Object.<\/p>\n
At last he returned, with great dignity and was injected.<\/p>\n
This home blood testing is not going to work out.<\/p>\n
And he really hates the vet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I got a glucometer. I wanted to try to test my cat’s blood sugar. My poor cat. He loves me, he trusts me. He doesn’t understand what I’m doing to him. I have read up on what this is supposed … Continue reading