A little prick in Feline Misadventures

Waiting for David to calm down before my third attempt to give him his injection today. As clever as they are, there is no reasoning with a cat, especially when you’re trying to convince them that painful injection is the only reason they’re still alive. As far as he’s concerned, he is alive because he chooses to be. Once today’s injection is done, he only has five more days of injections to go. He’ll assume he’s finally convinced me to not jab him with an needle every day (and I’m quite sure will still demand the treat normally laced with a pain pill, despite no longer needing it. He will still get it- the treat, not the pain pill.).
Then it’s just an agonizing 12 weeks to see if he’s cured. No stress.