Let's see if I can type this fast enough to get it to count for "Friday Cat Blogging"

[xiphias]

Was pilling the cat. That means, for the three of you reading this journal who DON'T have cats that need medicine on a regular basis, holding the cat's mouth open, dropping a pill down her throat, clamping her jaws shut, and rubbing her throat to make her swallow.

I'm usually pretty good at this. But, this time, she wriggled out, and shook her head enough to slide the pill all the way across the kitchen floor. And it had gotten damp enough to sog into unusable mush.

"Well, cat, you think you've won, don't you? But I've got an entire bottle of these pills!"

And I did it again. And she did it again. Except this time, the pill flew sideways and smacked into the refrigerator.

And stuck there.

Score so far: Boopsie, 2; Ian, 0.

I'm posting this before trying a third time.

Comments

[the-editor.livejournal.com]

take the gooey, near disolved pill and mash it into her fur, on her paws and hips...
she'll instinctively lick it off, and won't mind the taste a bit. go figure.