Andy’s still on his medicine for the heart murmur/blood pressure issue discovered last Winter. Every morning he must submit to a mouthful of tuna-flavored medicine.

Some days, he walks by me and I just pick him up. Others, he hides under the bed in the guest bedroom, necessitating more strategy to catch him for his daily dose. Most days, though, I just out-wait him. He forgets what’s coming, lets him guard down, and he’s easily caught.

Today was an “under the bed” day, though he made a tactical error that allowed easy capture: the front half of his body was under the bed, but the tail end half stuck out in the open. I just reached down and snagged him up!

Not nice, I know, but I laughed when I saw his magnificent tail sticking straight out from the below the duvet! “Here I am…come get me!”

“I won’t take my medicine! NO! NO! NO!” Andy hides to avoid his medicine.

Once I’ve squirted the medicine in his mouth, I rub his nose and head, calmly tell him he’s a good kitty, and, when he starts to wiggle around to try to get down, I let him down.

I started giving him a treat after this ordeal a few weeks ago to celebrate successful dosing. He now associates the icky medicine with the reward, though he still tries to avoid me and the medicine the next time I try to catch him for his daily dose!