Sebastian has parasites. Eeeewwww. So, we've got to get rid of them. No big deal, right?
Well, when I saw the size of the pills--that were already quartered, mind you--all I could think was, Uh oh.
The clinic staff warned me these pills are especially bitter, like aspirin, and that even hiding them in fishy food might not do the trick.
Uh huh.
So, armed with my pill popper and a hefty dose of skepticism, last night I tried wrangling my cat. Wrapping him in a towel, corraling him between my legs, holding him by the scruff, and yeah, showing him who's boss--none of that worked. Sebastian would have none of it. The Crisco-covered pill fell out of the popper and promptly got gunked up with rug fuzz. Twice.
The super fancy can of something-fishy Sheba leftover from Dominick's can't-eat-won't-eat phase didn't do the trick, either. I thought I'd mixed the crushed pill in a heaping tablespoon of the stuff pretty good there, but Sebastian didn't bite. Well, he licked the gooey edges before trotting off unimpressed. Even Dominick's sometime-favorite, the beef-flavored baby food that I also had handy, was a no-go. Sebastian didn't even give that a lick.
Plan B? Greenies Pill Pockets. And God bless America, they worked. Tonight I made a special trip to Petsmart, bought both salmon and chicken flavor, and tried the salmon first. I halved the quarters with a pill cutter, tucked them into the Pill Pockets, squished the edges shut and... placed the first on the kitchen floor in front of Sebastian. Sniff, chew, chew, chew. Swallow! I tried another, and another, and another, and finally got a day's worth of pills inside him.
Tomorrow morning we get to do this again. And tomorrow night. And the next morning. And the next night. And the next... until my little guy's feeling better. That won't be too soon.
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