with titles like these..........
My cats are wonderful, brave, abomimababubly cute, and all have butter on their noses. If you don't like cats, screw you. Go read someone else's blog. You're a bad person anyways. And you smell like cheese. (Doesn't like cats.....i mean sheesh.........)
All randomness aside, my cat, or at least the one who's attached himself to me the most is a badass orange tabby. He follows me everywhere, snudges his face against my leg, then goes to sleep. He fears nothing, and I've seen him send a doberman crying home, chasing it back all the way.
Lately though, he's taken to throwing up a lot, and has to take medicine for it. (nothing serious, just bad reflux) And the best way I've found, through what roundabout means I remember not, is to coat the pill with butter, then put butter on his nose.
As he starts to lick the butter off, open his jaw, tilt his head back, and drop the pill down. He then tries to lick the butter, which means he instantly swallows. Then try not to crack up as he goes crosseyed and licks at his own nose for twenty minutes.
Tonight though, when I buttered my cat, the other two thought I was giving him something special, and came running, begging for the same thing. So........I gave them all three the butter treatment. Imagine three cats all sitting around crosseyed, while tediously licking their noses................
I may have to do this again..........