You know that old joke about how to feed a pill to a cat?
Well you ought to have been a fly on the wall today when DH and I, both made up with cold and feeling really crap, tried to catch Mooncat (who is a huge and opinionated ex-stray) and give her a worming pill.
Oh. my. word.
We got her in the bathroom easily enough, but I swear that she had at least eight legs, most of which escaped when I tried to get her wrapped in a towel. In the end DH managed it, and was hanging on for dear life, which then left me with the pill feeder and trying to get her mouth open without getting bitten. I remembered the last pill had been given by the vet, who hadn't come through the experience unscathed.
On the fifth attempt to get it in (after four spit-outs) we were both laughing so hard we had to let her go and she vanished at high speed under a bed and didn't come out until suppertime. I think we offended her on so many levels!
I opened a tin of tuna as an apology and she started hoovering it. So I shoved the damn pill into the bowl and she bloody ate it.
Argh!
Please tell me I'm not alone here in having sodding awkward cats?