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It's all a plot. A conspiracy. Last year young Fred cat could not stop coughing. One session lasted most of an hour. I grabbed his striped self and hauled him to a Doc. She said that he must have X Rays even though that cost me a hundred dollars. She then said that he had spots on his lungs. Asthma. Controlled by a chunk of anti-inflamatory pill. Fine. Each and every morning I get to figure how to get that pill down Fred's gullet. I order the pills via the computer so at least I don't have to go further than my mailbox to get them. BUT the Vet says that if I want more than a year's supply, I must drag Fred into see her. Last night I put Fred and food and water and a litter box into a back room and locked the whole shebang in. I managed to feed him this morning and also he unwillingly ingested a chunk of pill. In about an hour I have the fun of pushing his unhappy body into a plastic carrier. Poor Fred boy. All he originally wanted was to get off a busy road, get some food, water and warmth. I bet the Vet says that he is a bit chunky, too. Prednislone does that to a cat person or human person: makes you hungry and thirsty.