Did I mention how much I hate taking pills? Oh, how many times! This is me after dad uses the pill plunger to get an antibiotic tablet down my throat. I bury my face in the side of my cat bed and will not look out. It just crushes my little spirit. Dad does what he can to reassure and comfort me afterwards, but sometimes I'm just not buying it!

He says my reaction is a form of aversion therapy. I hate taking the pills, and because of my reaction he hates giving them to me.