Four years ago I went to my area SPCA, grudgingly entertaining the idea of adopting a cat. I sat down amidst a litter of kittens, and immediately this little green-eyed buff ball of fur crawled into my lap and started purring. Two days later I came to take him home. Hobbes was this hybrid of antelope, dog, human, and monster. Relatives and acquaintances who had owned multiple cats for decades were constantly saying, "That's so weird! Cats aren't supposed to do that!" followed by fits of hysterics. Two months ago I had this nagging feeling that something wasn't right with Hobbes, but there was nothing specific I could put my finger on. So I ignored the feeling until I tried to pick him up a few weeks ago and he cried out. Hobbes never cries. Not even the time I tripped over him in the dark and stepped on his tail, followed by his hind leg. Two weeks of bouncing back and forth between my vet and an emergency hospital ruled out leukemia, cancer, AIDS, FIP, and heart disease. Finally, last week he was diagnosed with kylothorax. The "good" news is that the fluid is thick, so it hasn't leaked through the thin membrane that separates his lungs. Only his left lung is being affected. The bad news of course is that the fluid is hard to remove because it's so thick. Hobbes won't eat any of the low-fat food the vet has given us. We're on our second brand now. He eats a handful, then will throw up any more that he eats. He won't take his Rutin either. We tried it in a pill form, then we bought a pill crusher and tried to hide it in food and various treats. No go. If anyone has any advice about how to get him to take his Rutin, I would be so appreciative. I'm at the end of my rope here.![]()





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), I put the liver pate plus pill on the thin end of a long icecream spoon, my husband opens Tigris' mouth, I shove the pate in, he closes the mouth and waits until the Tigris boy has swallowed.

I gave up after several attempts, finding them spat out behind the couch or hidden under a rug etc. I tried hiding them in a piece of cheese - no go. The cheese was eaten, the pill discarded in some dark corner. I tried crushing to a fine powder and mixing in with the wet food - no go. The whole meal was disdainfully foregone with a look of starved martyrdom. I tried the pill catapult/syringe thing that Barbara mentioned, I didn't even get close (not close to the pill going down, I meant close to the cat...) When a liquid or cream form of the med was available, I opted for that and squirted it down the throat (hisssss, spittt, droooool) and ended up licking it off my own lips. Tried smearing it on the paw for licking off - no go, it got smeared on the couch or carpet. Finally, one day, I found some clear instructions somewhere, and I said,"That's it, I'm putting this pill down your throat and that's final". I followed the instructions, and it worked. I've tried to type them out in an easy to follow (I hope) format and attach them for you herewith. The trick is to be very clear and confident and pass that on to the cat. They pick up on trepidation real fast! Good luck and let us know how you go



I get a cuddle beforehand too!
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