Worming

I really must worm the cats…

In true female fashion I have two cats – Henry an elderly grey cat that has lived with me since he was 9 weeks old; he is now coming up on twelve. My other cat is Mog – a very large black monster of a cat; he hunts voraciously and will eat just about everything he catches – mice and various other rodents, pheasants, pigeons, doves, plenty of other small birds, rabbits – yes that’s fun when you discover half a dead rabbit in the kitchen first thing in the morning….He doesn’t eat the rats he kills; those just get left at the back door as a gift. Likewise the snakes he sometimes has a go at, or the fox he had a fight with…Well, he is of a similar size…

Now because of Mog’s eating habits he has also picked up a worm problem…you would think that this would cause him to lose weight, but no, he’s also one of the largest and fattest cats you are likely to see and the vet has repeatedly suggested weigh-loss programmes for him…but unless he’s entirely confined to barracks he’s not going to lose weight…God only knows how he manages to catch his prey – although he can move pretty damn fast when he wants to….

So, the worm problem…I do hope you’re not eating as you read this….Mog’s worms have done the full cycle…and now they have started to drop out of his smelly backside – yes he is a disgusting cat…he does get very smelly now and then – his size sometimes prevents him from cleaning himself effectively, or maybe it’s just laziness…But I do shower him down every so often – he loves warm water…he's just not so keen on the animal shampoo...

In the past his worms have not been such a problem….both cats are wormed regularly…Generally I use Bob Martin’s Worm tablets – but now because of Mog’s expanded girth I’ve got to get him weighed by the vet to ensure correct and adequate dosage….

Bob Martin’s Worming tablets are actually completely safe for human consumption…..

How do I know?

A very lengthy conversation to the Poisons Department of a London hospital a few years ago……

Take one small hungry boy; add a small chair, a plastic tea set – with plastic knives and forks, and an open packet of Bob Martin’s Worming tablets placed supposedly out of a child’s reach. Mix in a short telephone conversation taken out of the room but the ‘responsible’ adult (read Me) and stir in an encouraging twin brother.

Final result? A very nice doctor in the Poisons department trying very hard not to laugh (after I had spelt out the active ingredient in the tablets, up until that point he was justifiably concerned). Small boy? Lovely glossy hair, damp nose and no worms.

Oh the joys of twin boys….


And I haven’t even mentioned the day they attempted to burn the house down….another post I think….