The little bastid.
I figure "snikie" would chow down on anything, so I got his meds mixed up in a small bit of the food, and buried it in more. Then, I left it in the microwave so roland wouldn't sample it, until dinner time.
I'm layin' out on the porch in the swing, purusing the latest edition of Tiger Beat Magazine, when I hear the "AAACCCK! CHAAAAAACCCK! ZZZZOORRRT" that heralds snikies arrival.
I gives him his special dinner, he takes one bite, and stares at it for an eon.
So....I go inside, and make up a pot of brown gravy (from a powder) and pour it all over the mess thinking "That's GOT to disguise any taste".
One lick of gravy, then he went over and hunched by the front door like Kevin, my gargoyle.
Shewolf, you saw him that one time, didn't you? What....a....mess.....
He looks like Bill the Cat, if anyone remembers....