My Cat Has Diabetes—Now I’m a Feline Nurse
So, my cat is diabetic. That means I’m now the proud owner of a tiny, furry patient who hates needles almost as much as I do. Here’s how I survive daily insulin injections (and keep my cat from plotting my demise):
Insulin lives in the fridge. If it looks weird or old, it’s trash. No exceptions.
Gently roll the bottle—don’t shake it, unless you want bubbles and chaos.
Syringe time: double-check the dose. Air bubbles are the enemy.
Feed the cat first. Hungry + needle = drama.
Calm the beast. Treats and gentle words help. Sometimes I bribe with chicken.
Pinch a bit of skin (shoulders or side), inject at a 45° angle, and pray for no sudden cat acrobatics.
Praise, treat, and immediately dispose of the needle in a sharps container.
It’s stressful, but honestly, we’re both getting better at it. Cat’s still suspicious, though.
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