Now if I saw this on one of those Funniest Animals Videos type shows, I'm telling you, I'd be rolling on the floor. Unfortunately I'm living it, so it isn't nearly as funny.

Enid has developed a novel way to avoid taking her antibiotic pill. It involves a cunning impersonation of a rainforest hunter. The cat will never again be allowed to watch the National Geographic channel.

So what does she do? She locks her jaw firmly to keep the spousal unit from opening it. When she feels that she can't hold on any more and he's about to open her jaw, she takes a deep breath. When he gets her jaw open and pops the pill down to the back of her tongue, she blows it out by exhaling quickly, much like a rainforest hunter with a blow gun, only instead of a dart the cat is shooting pills.

It's her special gift.

This morning it took us nine tries to get the pill into her. By the time we did, it was a spitty, gommy mass that was truly disgusting. The cat, the spousal unit and I were all a frazzled mass by the end of it.

Oh, don't think we haven't explored other avenues. We have tried disguising the pill in delicious foodie treats but believe me, a cat who is smart enough to turn herself into a feline blow gun is not about to be duped by the old hide the pill in something nummy trick.

Pill gun, here I come.

And of course today was the day we had to take the cat for a visit to the vet because, really, isn't that something we do weekly?

Enid developed these odd itsy bitsy bumps on her nose. At first I thought she'd gotten into another fight with Zub, but these bumps looked extremely weird and they've started to multiply. Yeesh. We called the vet who said she wouldn't have evening hours because she was heading off on vacation tonight, but if we came right away she would work Enid in.

She tested her for fungus diseases such ringworm by putting the cat under a special lamp. Nothing. She took little samples of the bumps looking for parasites. Nothing. Since the bumps started about two days into the antibiotics, the vet figures Enid is allergic to this particular kind of antibiotic.

So now instead of having just four days of the old antibiotic left, we have ten days of a new antibiotic to go through, ten more days of wrestling with Enid, the Feline Blow Gun.

O happy day.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 268.12 miles. Double Duckage. My joy knows no bounds.