Well, we have been living the life of diabetic-cat-owners for almost a week.  I thought I’d write down my observations as one from the trenches.

Phoebe does not mind the insulin injections in the least.  She doesn’t even notice them, actually, and she comes running at the sound of the box coming out of the refrigerator.  She’s very excited for the 15 or 20 minutes we let the bottle sit out to come to room temperature.  And why is she so excited?

She gets treats!!  And lots of them!!  She hunkers down and eats her little treats and we just pop the insulin in her scruff and that’s the end of it.  This is WORLDS better than trying to pill her. 

In the morning, she gets some treats and her injection right before breakfast.  (At this point, we’re still only feeding her canned food once per day but she goes in for her first monitoring on Monday to see how her glucose level is.  Then she may be getting her canned food twice per day.  We’ll see.) In the evening, she gets some treats and her injection and then she gets brushed, which she now totally enjoys.

So we have a routine.  And it’s not too bad.  The worst part is making sure we are home at 6:30 to give her her evening injection.  We work until 5:00 and if we want to stop somewhere on the way home (or have to roam far and wide to get a 365 picture), it’s sometimes tough to make it home by 6:30.  But we’re doing well so far.

Life goes on.  Phoebe seems happy.  Let’s hope it stays that way!