Everyday at 9am and 9pm, we have to shoot a pill down Angus's gullet. First, I gently press down on his back so he has to lie down on his stomach, and I sit over the top of him so he can't run off. Then I force his mouth open by sliding my fingers in between his teeth, and throw the pill to the back of his throat. If I'm lucky, he'll only spit the pill out a couple times. The first 10 or so times I did this, Angus started growling at me after he spit the pill out like 15 times. Now I occasionally get a hole-in-one! Practice makes perfect. It doesn't bother him all that much anymore.

Did I mention Angus doesn't look sick at all? Sure, he still looks like he had surgery a few weeks ago, but nothing out of the ordinary. His last trip to the vet was unexpectedly uneventful. The vet took out his belly stitches free-of-charge, because Angus didn't need any tranquilizers or anything. Amazing. I must say, Angus's outlook on life seems to be different these days. He didn't freak at the vet, he's the first one to the food dish in the morning, and he rarely hisses at Tarot anymore. They play everyday. Amazing.