madbird
22nd January '05, 01:09
However healthy the cat, there will come a time when it needs a Pill. Oh, how we nod and look like respectable, concerned cat owners as the vet hands us the little packs, (one grey every 5 days, then a brown one after 10 days, or was it the other way round?). And once we were all innocent and thought, the cat food smells like something off the bottom of a pond anyway. Real cat can't possibly notice if we crumble the damn things up a bit and mix them in...
As we get wiser, of course, we learn that the most average Real cat has taste buds that make the most complex computer-driven sensory apparatus look like a man with a cold. It can spot an alien molecule a mile off, (we tried halving the suspect food and adding more from the tin, and kept on doing it until it was like that famous French chemical experiment with the weird water and everything, there surely couldn't have been any pill -left-, but Real cat knew).
Next comes the realist phase, (after all from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top).
You take the pill in one hand and the cat in the other...
Er...
You take the pill in one hand and in the other hand you take a large kitchen towel with one angry cat head poking out the end. With your third hand you prise open the tiny jaws, insert the pill, clamp the jaws shut, and, with your fourth hand, tickle the throat until a small gulping noise indicates that the pill has gone down.
You wish.
It hasn't gone down because it's gone sideways. Real cats have a secret pouch in their cheeks for this sort of thing. A Real cat can take a pill, eat a meal and then spit out the slightly damp pill with a noise which, if this was a comic strip, would probably be represented as ptooie.
It is important to avoid the third stage, which basically consists of Man, Beast and Medicine locked in dynamic struggle and ought to be scuplted rather than described, (as in Rodin's 'Man Giving Pill to Cat').
The fourth stage is up to you. Usually by now the cat is displaying such a new lease of life that the treatment might be said to have worked. Grinding the pill up with a bit of water and spooning it in sometimes does the trick. A fellow Real cat owner says powdering the wretched object - the pill, not the cat, although by stage 4 you'll entertain any idea - mixing it with a little butter and smearing it on a paw is a sure-fire method, because the cat's ancient instinct is to lick it's self clean. Close questioning suggested that he hadn't actually tried this, just deduced it from theoretical studies, (he's an engineer, so that explains it). Our view is that an animal that will starve and asphyxiate before taking its medicine won't have any trouble with a grubby paw.
Taken from 'The Unadulterated Cat' by Pratchett & Jolliffe
As we get wiser, of course, we learn that the most average Real cat has taste buds that make the most complex computer-driven sensory apparatus look like a man with a cold. It can spot an alien molecule a mile off, (we tried halving the suspect food and adding more from the tin, and kept on doing it until it was like that famous French chemical experiment with the weird water and everything, there surely couldn't have been any pill -left-, but Real cat knew).
Next comes the realist phase, (after all from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top).
You take the pill in one hand and the cat in the other...
Er...
You take the pill in one hand and in the other hand you take a large kitchen towel with one angry cat head poking out the end. With your third hand you prise open the tiny jaws, insert the pill, clamp the jaws shut, and, with your fourth hand, tickle the throat until a small gulping noise indicates that the pill has gone down.
You wish.
It hasn't gone down because it's gone sideways. Real cats have a secret pouch in their cheeks for this sort of thing. A Real cat can take a pill, eat a meal and then spit out the slightly damp pill with a noise which, if this was a comic strip, would probably be represented as ptooie.
It is important to avoid the third stage, which basically consists of Man, Beast and Medicine locked in dynamic struggle and ought to be scuplted rather than described, (as in Rodin's 'Man Giving Pill to Cat').
The fourth stage is up to you. Usually by now the cat is displaying such a new lease of life that the treatment might be said to have worked. Grinding the pill up with a bit of water and spooning it in sometimes does the trick. A fellow Real cat owner says powdering the wretched object - the pill, not the cat, although by stage 4 you'll entertain any idea - mixing it with a little butter and smearing it on a paw is a sure-fire method, because the cat's ancient instinct is to lick it's self clean. Close questioning suggested that he hadn't actually tried this, just deduced it from theoretical studies, (he's an engineer, so that explains it). Our view is that an animal that will starve and asphyxiate before taking its medicine won't have any trouble with a grubby paw.
Taken from 'The Unadulterated Cat' by Pratchett & Jolliffe