Andy just finished his kitty treats, but is intent on begging for more. (Sorry, he’s had his limit for the day.)
Andy spots the signs. It is time for his medicine!
“Escape! Escape!” Andy will avoid it today if it’s the last thing he does!
“You need to do better than that, kitty boy!” Andy hides in the open in a shadow, his current “hiding” place.
“We gotta do it, kitty. We gotta do it!”
Andy was a big boy and took his medicine with only one yelp of protest when I picked him up. Yes, he got his kitty treats, too.