Samson has a little tooth problem so I have to give him pills.  Last
time we hid the pills in moist cat treats, crushed and re-molded
around the pill, and it worked like a charm.  But the local stores are
not selling the same brand of treats that we used, and other brands
are dry enough to crumble but not damp enough to re-mold.  I had to
add something to the crumbled treats that wouldn't make it too wet to
use, and I had grave doubts about adding water.  

DH solved the problem of what to add, the fish flavored hairball
treatment goo.  But I was the one who had to mix the two ingredients
together.  The process could have been made easier if I had closed the
cats into one room before I started.  But no, I'm not smart enough to
do that.  To make maters worse, Sammy had been playing the "I'm  a
starving kitty please feed me" card 5 minutes before I opened the
treat bag.  

So there I sat at the kitchen table with an open bag of Wiska Lickens
moist seafood treats, crumbling them into a small bowl, adding a
goodly sized squirt of brown fishy goo, and then mixing it with my
bare hand so I could constantly assess the consistency of the mixture.
Sammy heard the bag open and had come running in.  Cleo smelled the
treats and moseyed in a minute behind him.  Sammy circled my chair,
standing on his back legs and tapping me so I would notice he was
there, as if I wouldn't notice.  Every time I looked at either of them
they would turn on the "pitiful eyed look" and mew plaintively.  I
just kept mixing.  A little more goo was needed.  Sammy kept circling
and finally stopped between me and the table and began trying to claw
his way into my lap.  By this time he was really turning on the
starving kitty routine to it's fullest. He even tried to pull my hand
down to him by hanging on my wrist with his front feet.  

Thankfully DH was still nearby and he faked Sammy out of my way with a
pretend treat.  Sammy isn't the brightest bulb, so he fell for it.  

Finally the mix was good and I started forming a lump of it around
Sammy's pill, but now Samson was playing the "I must have a morsel of
something or I'll die right here" bit while Cleo was making the most
pitiful of sounds beside him.  I grabbed a few new treats from the bag
and gave Sammy his oversized loaded treat first.  He gobbled it down
and tried to eat Cleo's regular treat.  I gave them both a few more
treats to settle them down while DH located a lid for the little bowl
so the mix wouldn't dry out.  I think I have enough for tonight and
tomorrow, but I will have to mix again.  I hope I have enough sense
next time to get behind a closed door to do it.  

By the way, Trouble was napping under a cover in the livingroom the
whole time.  I'm thankful for that small blessing.  She would have
skipped the starving kitty routine and jumped on the table to get her
own treats.

Debra in VA
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