In the beginning I fully intended to write a funny post about tapeworms. But thenâŚWell, to be honest, I couldnât come up with anything even remotely funny…So my conclusion has to be: there is simply no humor to be found in intestinal wormsâŚThough I did find the following joke (I edited it a bit to make it a bit, er, more “palatable” for the blog…):Â
A guy went to a doctor because he felt sick and was losing weight. The doctor told him he had a tapeworm and instructed him to bring a muffin, a Twinkie and a cookie with him on his next visit. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing,” said the doctor to his baffled patient.Â
During the following visit, the doctor gently pushed the muffin, the Twinkie and, finally, the cookie into the patient’s rear end. The patient protested, but the doctor reassured him, saying it was part of the therapy.
This treatment continued for several weeks…
The doctor finally instructed the patient to bring a muffin, a Twinkie AND a mallet on the next visit.
The day arrived, and this time the doctor inserted only the muffin and the Twinkie.
After a few minutes, the tapeworm stuck its head out of the guy’s rear end and demanded, “Where’s my cookie???!!!!”
WHAM!!!
That’s about as funny as you’ll get with a tapeworm (sorry if I grossed you out!!!). And…no, no, noâŚI donât have tapeworms. Neither does Stefano. Uhm, Iâll give you ONE more guess (hint: see photo).
Yep, itâs our new kitten, Prezzemolo. 
And this is how we found out (no mallets involved, though!)âŚ
Last Friday, after we both got home from work, Stefano asked me to have a look at some, er, stuff heâd spotted on Prezzemoloâs blanket (which, by the way, happens to cover Stefano, too, at nightâŚ).
The “stuff” looked very much like sesame seeds. Stefano thought it might just be some dry kitty snot (that is, nothing to worry about), but I thought it looked a bit weird. So I put together a sample, which I took to the vets immediately (by the way, we have two vets, a man and a woman, who work in the same office, just so you donât get confused when I sometimes refer to a âhe,â sometimes to a âsheâ).
âItâs tapeworm,â the vet said, as soon as he set eyes on the sample.
âTapewhaaaaaat?????â I repeated, stunned, horrified and totally grossed out.
âTapeworm,â he repeated (tenia, in Italian)âŚ
Well, there are actually two “positive” things about tapeworms: 1. We canât catch ’em from our cats unless we ingest a fresh, still wriggly tapeworm segment (full of eggs, bleah) or a tapeworm-infected flea (double bleah)…both scenarios = extremely UNLIKELY; 2. Tapeworms can be dealt with relatively easilyâtwo pills, one administered immediately, another after 20 days.
âTwo pills, just two pills. How hard can that be?â I thought to myself. Famous last words.Â
The two tapeworm pills come together in one box, which is extremely convenient…that is, IF you can get both of them down your catâs throat. So here follows some advice, based on personal experience: itâs pointless to grind up the pill and mix it with any sort of palatable cat food. It won’t work. We tried not one but TWO types of food that Prezzemolo normally adores. But no, he wouldnât go within a mile of the tapeworm-medicated food, even though he had been taking his antibiotic the same way for ages (oh, for the record, heâs been off antibiotics since last week…).
Well, we gave up in the end (“tough love” didn’t work!)âŚthrew away both mixes…and bought another box of tapeworm pillsâŚ
The following morning I phoned the vet and told her the Prezzemolo pill story. âWe are totally inept, good-for-nothing parents!â I wailed. She laughed and agreed to help us.
When we got to her office, she said, âdonât worry, this will be easy. I can do it alone.â She held our little Prezzemolo with one hand, and with the other she gently pried his jaws open and deftly popped a pill down his throat, quickly closing his mouth and keeping it shut. Then she tried to squirt some water into the side of his mouth to make him swallow the pill…
And thatâs when things got really ugly. Prezzemolo turned into a kung fu master of every single âsquirm, twist, wriggle and spit-out-pillâ technique known to cats and cobras. And it wasn’t long before the sharp kung fu claws came out, too. Stefano rushed over to help the vet…
Well, I donât want to bore you, but it took three attempts to get enough of the pill inside of Kung Fu PrezzemoloâŚwhich leads me to ask the obvious questions: 1. why oh why canât drug companies come up with a super easy system to give medicine of any sort to our kitties? 2. Why oh why do we have to traumatize our furry babies with bitter-tasting pills or impossibly huge, hard-to-swallow pills?
It makes no senseâŚ
In my opinion, ALL pet medications should be like Ibaflin 3%, which is a palatable sort of antibiotic gel that you mix with something your cat/pet loves (I mix it with the hairball remedy that my cats love more than anything), then stick on the tip of your finger. My cats will lick it right off my finger. Easy peasy.
Well, as you can see, our sick feline saga continuesâŚOh wait, and hereâs another thing: the vet told us that Prezzemoloâs snotty nose is probably going to be a CHRONIC condition. Lovely. She prescribed lysine for it, which means itâs a herpes-based virus. Great. Super. Fabulous.
Sigh. đ
But next weekend, if all goes well (= no “sesame seeds” in sight, that is!), weâre going to introduce Prezzemolo to the othersâŚfinally! So I’m feeling positive…at least, right now I am… đ
…I seem to come down with an out-of-the-blue, 24-hour bug of some sort: a bit of intestinal trouble, a bit of vomiting and, most of all, an overwhelming desire to sleepsleepsleep. So that is exactly what I do when this happens: I sleep. All day. 
