I'm not going to be able to do this without help.
I'm at Kelly's house, taking care of her plants and cats while she's gone; down to the coast today, Houston tomorrow, accompanying her mother for cancer treatments.
Except that the schizaphrenicat needs liquid anti-biotics twice daily.
She's clawed me the one time I've done it.
I know myself.
I'll lose my temper.
I should have considered more carefully upon accepting this.
I don't want to mistreat this animal, and I won't. Kelly needn't worry.
But I'll need help.
What are you doing tomorrow?