Thanks for this post.One of my cat's I had in my lifetime was called Ginge. He was a beautiful male Ginger cat. He used to sit around my shoulders. He loved me very much and I loved him. The only problem was that he hated my husband. Of a nightime my husband would say to me put Ginge outside the bedroom door Ginge would try to attack him. My cat was more than a cat it was a protector and looked at my husband as trying to attack me. Never had problems giving him a pill once I explained that the pill was going to do him good. Lynxx
My mum was the same, I remember we had two cats Timmy and mickey, one for thirteen years, one for fifteen years before they past (rip) they were great fur friends.
I recall watching as mum used to pet their heads and talk to them before putting the pill to her mouth and then to theirs. Sometimes Mickey would refuse and mum hid it with a knife cut in a strip of liver and dropped it in, but Timmy would tilt her head back and mum just dropped it in. She trusted mum.
It's weird the feedback my comment got vitriolic feedback.
Not everyone's experience in life is the same. I was only saying what my mother did with here three cats including me, I was a young lion a very dismissive young cat once. No doubt about it. My long blonde mane is still about 4inches shy of my elbows even now.. but I digress