Hi Terri, and, of course, you too, sweet Kit,
Terri&Kit said:
I shall try the scruff. I did buy some of the U100 needles but was going to use up the U40s first. If he still pitches a fit, I'll just toss the U40s. He hates being scruffed too, so we'll just have to try it and see how it works out. I've been trying to scruff him every once in awhile so he gets used to it.
Just like it helps to fondle their ears in preparation for home testing, it helps to fondle their scruff. The main thing is this. Cats are very intuitive creatures. If you're tense, Kit will sense it and be tense as well. Ironically, Giz -- familial names Cujo, Gizzie Blair, and the Spawn of Satan -- was fairly easy to test and shoot, in the greater scheme of things -- after I got over a mountain of fear. Nikki, who's a furry cupcake with a Betty Boop voice, bites the crap out of me when testing. She's better with the shooting, as I think that after three years, she realizes juice means feeling better. Then again, I always fill a syringe and keep it out of the fridge for at least 15 to 20 minutes before shooting.
Sometimes I'm lucky and not bleeding, because she just wants to swat at me. I've just learned to be faster and get my hands away as soon as I'm done. I can take her swats better than her teeth. She rescued me declawed; but, with a full set of functioning teeth... I'm really good with swats!
Please don't toss the U40 syringes, okay? Why? There may be someone who is either here already, or who stumbles onto dancing with a sugar cat as we all have, who may need those syringes. Definitely keep a few for Kit. You never know. There is a forum here called Supply Closet. Just post you have those syringes available. For months after Giz was diagnosed, I always signed us off as The Perennial Newbies. One day, someone told us to get over it as we were so no longer newbies. That was a huge blow, emotionally and psychologically. But, then I realized that perhaps they were telling me I had enough experience to start paying it forward. Paying it forward was also a huge blow, emotionally and psychologically. It meant I had something to offer. You have syringes. You are probably in the mood to start feeling better. Kit is probably in the mood for you to start feeling better. Takes the pressure off him, which being a cat, is probably all he's looking for...
Yes, Kit is diabetic. But, you know what, dear Terri? He's still your cat. He's just extra-sweet is all. Remember how you two were and got along before his diagnosis? Be that person and let him be that cat. It's hard to consider at this moment, I know. Personally? I was a train wreck. Yet, Giz and I danced for four years. And, bonus! She sent me Nikki. I'm not saying I'm good at this. I just learned to dance is all... And, Terri? There is nothing like dancing with a sugar cat. Trust me. Truly.
Love and countless encouraging hugs for you both as you learn to dance,
Deb and Nikki -- and, Giz, who taught me patience while teaching me how to dance...
Edited to add a PS...
PS: When Giz was diagnosed and her test results were being both faxed and called in to the ER hospital -- she was DKA -- and I was sobbing whilst planting my MasterCard on the counter, her vet came out to say, "Why all the tears? Can you give two shots a day?" I immediately said, "Yes!" completely forgetting my lifelong needle-phobia... Quite frankly, Terri, shaking and terrified as I was, I don't know if or how much insulin I actually got into Giz when she came home after three days/nights in ICU. I do remember sobbing one night after I maybe shot her, and going into the kitchen and grabbed a hot pad that I discovered bore a remarkable resemblance to her scruff when tented. I started taking the used syringe after every single shot and practicing shooting that hot pad. Noticed after two weeks I had a swift and smooth shooting delivery. No shakes. No gagging. No nervousness. Check your kitchen... Practice!