Pilling the cat
Mr. Dream is not taking very kindly to this pill business, which is only fair because we’re not very good at doing it yet. Part of the problem is that at the moment he only gets a quarter of a pill, just to get his system used to it. He goes up to a half pill in another couple of days, which should make things easier; a quarter pill is so small it’s hard to handle!
Dream being Dream, though, he doesn’t express his irritation in violence. I haven’t a scratch on me, and neither does David. Such details are why I think he is worth the big bill for the echocardiogram.
(Which I can pay, no problem. Amazingly, we’ve been coming out ahead month after month despite all the unexpected vet and computer-repair bills. I’m not quite sure how this is happening, but I’m not complaining, either!)