I am very, very not happy. I have been taking care of her and her sons for four months. I have scars on my hands and chest from giving them three weeks of meds, I can't take a shower in my bathroom, and whenever I need to pee I have to deal with an avalanche of escaping cats. I cleaned up puddles of daily puke and diarrhea when they got sick, and when they were two weeks old had to give them anitbiotics for ten days while being convinced I'd fucked up and gotten the kittens killed. And right now they're on another round of meds for five days, a round of meds which has me, two days in, with scratches on my hand, wrists, and thighs, and both of them spitting up most of the meds I give them- which I don't have any extra of, by the way, so I need to explain to the shelter I've been 'wasting' them because when a fucking cat I'm holding who has been scratching me and squirming and twisting decides even more that they want me to let the fuck go, or escapes, guess what- they fucking escape and spit out the meds I haven't gotten them to swallow.
I am one goddamn person and both Shivali and Gilgamesh have very strong personalities, meaning they do not put up with any shit. All of the supposedly foolproof methods of giving them meds seem to require me growing four arms. And I'm tired of four months of dealing with this crap, of getting this close and getting an alpha stray cat to trust me only to know I'm giving her up.