Yikes. Give Pan a raisin for me. Poor thing. Hard to believe she's already a "geriatric." Last time I saw her, she was just a baby. The only animals that are a pleasure to administer medicine to are dogs. Wrap pill in some food product, give to dog, dog is happy. Chloe the Ferret now lives with my parents. When I was getting ready to move, it became quickly apparent that no landlord/lady in his/her right mind was going to rent a decent one-bedroom apartment to a woman with six pets. Nessie and Bugsy were adopted by a lovely ferret owner here in Cleveland who owned something like 15 ferrets and had an entire floor of her house turned into Ferret Paradise. I hated to do it, but I'm sure they're much happier now running wild all over someone's house. Once, while I was still in college, Chloe had some sort of chest infection that required antibiotics. They were the liquid kind, so every 6 hours or so, I had to fill one of those syringes with so many CCs of medicine, jam the syringe down Chloe's throat, and spurt the stuff down her trachea as quickly as possible. Then she'd gag and spit, and I'd have to spend the next 20 minutes washing an antibiotic-covered ferret (and an antibiotic-covered Kate). As for the cats, giving them pills has always been nothing less than a two-person operation involving someone holding down all four paws and restraining the cat's head with me stupidly trying to insert my entire finger into an angry cat mouth. Crushing the pills and hiding them in tuna is completely futile. Cats are not that dumb.
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