Bat Cat 4

Speaking of Bat Cat, I knew he was going to get himself into trouble again.  He always gets himself into trouble.  He exists to get himself into trouble.  He gets himself into trouble on my account, and I get SO frustrated trying to help him.

Why bother with cats at all?  People who don't love cats just wouldn't understand.  I have a few times went without a cat, but they always come to me and I can't help loving them.  No it's a cat, not a beautiful blonde woman.  The first Bat Cat came to me as a 3 month old kitten one morning, crying out to me at the side of the road in the midst of the elementary school rush hour on the day of the Sandy Hook massacre.  I don't know where he is now, but he did survive to adulthood and independence.  The second Bat Cat died of pneumonia.  The 3rd Bat Cat died of pneumonia.  This 4th Bat Cat came to me as an adult, and is a very cautious cat.  He came around right after Bat Cat 3 died, and inspected all the spots the previous Bat Cat attended, including the cage I kept Bat Cat 3 in while I was doctoring him.  Recently Bat Cat 4 allowed me to touch him during feeding times, but otherwise he keeps his distance and runs away when I approach him.  It is clear that this Bat Cat will not allow himself to be caught by me, for whatever reason.  No I couldn't get a current snapshot.  He won't let me.  This is an old photo.

A couple of months ago, Bat Cat 4 was injured on his face, apparently from a rock or something being thrown at him, and his lower back which put his hind legs out somewhat and had trouble walking, probably from the impact of a broom or something.  He wouldn't let me near him let alone doctor him, I couldn't do anything about his back anyway but leave him alone to heal naturally.  Now he's caught a fungal infection from all the rain that's been coming down lately.  He needs medication, but how on earth will I be able to feed him a pill?  Over and over again until he heals?  I can't just leave him be, his body will rot and he will die a slow death.  Like I said, he recently allowed me to touch him during feeding times, so just now I caught him and tried to feed him an antifungal pill.  Oh my God, he fought the hell out of me.  I did manage to get the pill into his mouth, but I don't know if he swallowed it: I didn't see the pill on the ground, so I guess that's a good sign.  But the effort cost me what little trust he had in me: he stayed away and didn't touch his dinner.

I assume he will get hungry and come to me for food eventually, so I'm just going to have to sneak in some antifungal medicine into his cat food somehow, and pray that he eats it.  No I can't take him to the vet: assuming I would be able to catch him, he would maul both me and the vet.  I'm just going to have to mix the medicine in with his cat food.  He shares his food with Emma, so it looks like she is going to be eating antifungal medicine too.