Max’s Foam-O-Matic Pill Intake
Our cat, Max, is taking these pills which must taste really really bad. Usually a coat of butter is enough to send the pill sliding down his throat undetected, but somehow he’s wised up and figured out how to block any foreign objects from entering his mouth. Case in point, tonight we tried our usual method for administering his medication, but after several attempts, the rejected pill eventually began to disintegrate into a somewhat macabre white paste that spewed foaming from our cat’s usually charming black face. His reaction to the taste of the pill appeared near to traumatic. He smacked his lips profusely and pounced through the air in disgust. After a couple of minutes of copious saliva production, he finally settled down, but with a deeply disappointed look on his face towards us.
I feel for the little guy. I really do. We torture him something fierce just to keep him healthy.
