I can hear thumps coming from upstairs. My husband Jeff is shut in a room alone with our cat, trying to coax him to take his medicine. Gridley started life as a barn cat; he showed up at our door and adopted us when he was about six months. But now he's 11-years old and very world wise. He's also a big cat - maybe 14 or 15 pounds - and still has all of his claws.
We've tried getting the medicine down him through brute force, with Jeff holding him swaddled in a heavy towel or blanket while I pry open his mouth to shoot in the medicine. It eventually works but we all suffer wounds in the process, physical and mental.
I wonder how the coaxing is going. Gridley is a picky eater. His favorite food is mouse brains, but we're fresh out of those. We've tried hiding the pill in whipped cream and expensive canned cat food; that doesn't fly at all. He'll eat Meow Mix when he's hungry, but that's dry food and it's hard to hide a bitter tasting pill.
Gridley is stubborn and determined, but so is Jeff when he sets his mind to something. I hate to say it but if I had to put my money on one of them it would be Gridley. After a good 30 minutes Jeff comes down to get some cream cheese. He eventually returns with a smile on his face. "Gridley ate the pill." Serenity takes many different forms, and this month getting Gridley to eat a pill without my involvement is about as serene as it gets.
The Serenity Project is a collaborative photography project featuring images that bring a sense of peace and calm. Please continue the circle to Wendy May, a Scottish photographer, to find what brought her some serenity this month.