and, so far, it seems to be working, to the point that Bada actually sits and *waits* for the pill, and then bounds down the stairs for Ham. Blobs remain unscratched, and we haven’t yet located the pile of pills which I feel sure she will have spat out.
a friend, Moyra, pointed out that this is merely a ploy, and she will turn back into a scratching, biting, frenzied monthter when we have forgotten the early days of this pill saga. And she is absolutely right, of course, but we’ll just enjoy it while we can.
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