I'm so glad Boss's Day is not generally a thing for us. I used to have a direct report who would give me a card and a gift cert for a coffee shop and it was so uncomfortable because NO.

This year I only knew about it because one of my team sent me an ecard that read "Happy Boss's Day to someone I'm sure would give me the day off if I had ebola." That I can live with.

Long story short: I'm taking emergency care of a diabetic cat, and all the instructions I have for insulin injections is that he gets between 2 and 4 "units" depending on how much he's eaten. In several places, it says "units". And the needles I have, they're marked in MLs. So when they say 'unit' how much does that translate to?

I really don't want to kill this cat.

I just realized that a song I have heard on the radio and liked is by Taylor Swift.

I don't know what to do with this information.

Huh. When I had shoot up the cat duty there was no dosing. Seems like an important detail.

If the needles provided by owner, generally 1 tick mark= 1 unit. For example, I have 3/10cc syringes. They contain 30 units and are marked as such. It's a teeny amount. I'd aim low (the worst case effects aren't as dangerous short term as too high. Is in the immediate.)

Syringes like this: [link]

Theodosia, if nothing else, call the local emergency vet and ask. They should able to tell you what to do until you can reach the regular vet or the owner. Err on the side of less, not more, and keep an eye on the cat.

Orange caps, right?

I talked to Animal poison control people, and the consensus is that I overdosed him somewhat. (In my defense, I was very tired.) In order not to risk killing my friend's cat, I'm going to take him into the emergency vet....

I really should have investigated more before dosing, but I thought the marking were for 1.0, 1.5, 2.0 and so on. Because I'm stupid.

I cannot help with cat dosage.

My "butcher CSA" is changing their program from site pick-up to delivery to my door. On the one hand, Box o' Meat delivered to me, yay! On the other, I no longer have an excuse to go have a beer with my parents at the really rather nice brewpub with the tasty selection but not exactly convenient location where I was picking up said Box o' Meat. Well, I won't when I get the official notification that I've been switched over, anyway. Better enjoy it while it lasts, I guess

Theo, sounds like the directions were unclear, and you're a good and responsible friend to take the cat to the vet.