Bratty little Zia.
I attempted at least 5 times to pill Zia this morning. I knew it would be bad because trying to get 2 pills down her last night was really freaking tough, and she knew what to expect this morning. The pill gun is too big for her tiny mouth. She is a dainty little furball with a hell of a lot of hair which made hanging onto her when she went into whirling dervish mode on me near about impossible. Her teeth are sharp. At one point I got the gelcap in and was holding her mouth shut when she slid off my lap and tried to take off--off course she spit the gelcap out when I lost my hold on her mouth trying to get her back on my lap. Finally, after 20 minutes or so, I succeeded! I tried to push some positive reinforcement by giving her a cat treat afterward and praising her. She glared at me and hopped off my lap and walked away to have a bit of food. Fifteen minutes later, she puked everything up, included the anti-diarrheal--the gel cap had just dissolved and the pill was a soggy mess. Bad words were said...because I just got pwned by a tiny 7 lb. cat, dammit. Hoping for better luck tonight!