The Green-Eyed Monster in the Window

Getting the herbal medicine in Mister on a daily basis has taken some creativity and some patience.  On occasion, it's even taken brute force.  (Okay, not really, but sometimes we do have to hold him firmly in place.)

When we really give up on catching him though, we have to resort to isolating him in the guest room and giving him his "meds" mixed up in some mush.  Sometimes, we will also give the other buddies some mush.  And sometimes we don't--often with comical consequences.

Yesterday, we had Mister in the guest room and had very quietly taken the can of mush with the herbal concoction into the room, hoping none of the other buddies would notice.  (Silly us.)  As it happens, our guest room has two largish windows that open out onto our screened-in back porch.  And since it was a beautiful day, the screened-in porch had been open for the buddies all day.  

So there Mister is, licking away at his tasty mush-treat, when all the sudden we hear this scratching at the window and hear "Mrow.  MROW."  It is Otto, appearing suddenly at the window like the archetypal serial killer in the horror movie, wearing a hockey mask or some such terrifying accoutrement.  Only Otto was looking back and forth from me to Sean to Mister, with an anguished expression in his big blue eyes that seemed to say "et tu, Big Buddies?"  How dare Mister get not only the Holy Mush, but also the undivided attention of the two Big Buddies!  Oh, the injustice of it all.  

I promptly closed the blind.

At which point, Otto migrated to the other window, as though the script had asked him to do it, and he, being the extremely talented actor that he is, landed framed in the other window right on cue.  "Mrow.  MROW."  [Betrayed, disgusted look from Otto.  Exit stage right.]


Meanwhile, underneath the door, a small black paw kept reaching hopefully towards the plate of mush.  A small black head with big yellow eyes kept appearing under the door, too.  Perhaps, if Reggie just wished hard enough, he would figure out how to squoosh his own head enough to be able to squeeze under the door.  It's not completely unprecedented.  He'd heard of other cats at the shelter who claimed to be able to do it.  


Meanwhile, Mister just looked at each of them laconically and kept licking away, enjoying his treat of mush and the Big Buddies.  For now, he could enjoy his peace and quiet.  He probably knew it wouldn't last.