the pills, they burn …

so, bring on the steroids, then. Small white pills, no smell – how hard can it be?

Saturday we got the first one down without too much trouble – but we had the element of surprise on our side (cue jokes about the Spanish Inquisition).

Sunday went less well – it went down, but we ended up with a completely spooked cat and some very nasty scratches on both of us. Given that she is going to have to take this stuff for the foreseeable future, Something Must Be Done.

so Monday saw a different approach … Pete scruffed her, while I used a pill popper to do the deed. And it seems to have worked. She had treat of ham afterwards too, and we plan to do this every time – although it will prove expensive, as all the cats in at the time will have to have treats of ham as well.

we’ll be doing today’s pill shortly – I’ll let you know whether we are labouring under an illusion …