When I last had a dog (I still love and miss you, Ali) he would eat whatever I wrapped his pill in and spit out the pill. I had to put the pill in his mouth, gently hold his snoot close, and massage his throat until he swallowed the pill. Cats I’ve lived with? I tried to give a pill to one of my cats. The cat became a whirlwind of anger, fury, and indignation. I think they bent time-space and opened a wormhole. I wound up taking them to the vet, and having a vet tech give my cat the pill.
I call my cats by pet names of, sweetie, bunny (I have no idea why I call cats bunnies), love. I also call them by the pet names of bogan, hooligan, and ruffian. “Which one of you hooligans did this?” is an often used phrase in my home. My cats are very good at looking innocent when they are guilty; and looking guilty when they’ve done nothing wrong. They drive me crazy. I love them with all my being.