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Toweling always seems to help. Cooing and loving and pretending to be nice while one wraps them in a towel, so the pointy bits are safely away, and then, to their great surprise, one grabs their poor little jaws and whoosh, in it goes, and then they hate you for the rest of the day, but if you're lucky you're at work and they're at home, thinking bad thoughts.
Is that how you do it, Lizzie?
It was always so difficult to get my Siamese dosed. They fought it tooth and nail (literally).
I didn't towell her yesterday, but probably should be prepared to this morning... As I recall, she's better than Banshee and Petunnia about this sort of thing, but still an amazingly creative wiggler!
Regrettably, it only works on some felines (the not so smart ones). Fortunately, Zingiber is not so smart. I tried it on an Abbysinian I was catsitting, once, and he patiently waited till the towel came off and then spat all the pink liquid right into my face!
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