My sweet Pancake, she doesn't like pills. She gets the black muzzle cone of doom and a straight jacket at the vet's office, because she's a fighter. And because she has scratched many a vet tech.I needed to find something to hide her pills in. She recognized the pill shooter immediately as her arch nemesis, she hissed at the pill pockets, she ate the tuna and spit the pill back at me, she clawed her way out of her towel burrito to avoid the cheese trick. I was desperate.The first time I gave her the pill wrap I thought she accidentally swallowed it. Because for us, pill time isn't over until I'm crying and pleading with her to swallow the soggy pill while her mouth is frothing at the mere idea of complying.I was wrong, it was no accident. She loves it? I still don't believe that. However, since I got the pill wrap she has taken 4 pills on time with no tears involved from either of us.This stuff is worth it's weight in gold, my picky and sharp kitty has given it her seal of approval. I can rest easy tonight knowing that the next time she sinks her claws into my arm, it won't be over a pill.
Rating:
[5 of 5 Stars!]