I am jumping for joy tonight. I finally got my cat to take a pill. Some backstory: My cat Giles has a skin allergy which causes him to scratch and lick himself sore. After I exhausted all of my vet's knowledge in fighting it, she sent me to a specialist, Dr. Pikes of Animal Allergy and Dermatology.
The assistants descended on him, taking samples from every part of his body. He has both fungal and bacterial infections on his sore spots. I was nervous about the pills since I tried before. The aftermath of the pilling session looked like I'd plucked a chicken: white hair everywhere and scratches on my arms. Enter the pill shooter, a long narrow tube with a plunger. The E how website has amusing directions on how to use this product here. I really like number three.
"Calmly talk to your cat and explain why he needs a pill, and what you are going to do, and that it will be quick and will not hurt."
Of course he'll understand. Giles, honey, you are scratching the shit out of yourself and frankly I can't hear the sound of your sandpaper touge abrading your bald flesh anymore. So I am going to open your mouth and shove this little bitty pill into it. Okay, If you don't scratch me or bite my fingers it will be over in a second. And I promise, It will hurt me more that you. 'K pumpkin.
I did comfort him and I was quick and it worked. YEA! The crushing and mixing was getting on my nerves.
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