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My cat has worms. Pretty picture eh? Yesterday I finally got around to going to the vet and getting the pill for it. I knew that giving her the pill wouldn't be the easiest thing I have ever done, but I also didn't believe that it would be impossible. Here begins Misson Give The Cat her Pill: I sat down at the kitchen table with my cat in my lap, and the pill in my hand, I wrenched open her mouth and popped the pill in. The cat popped it right back out. I once again pryed open her mouth, which was decidedly more difficult as there was a fair amount of resistance on the part of the cat this time around, but I managed to get the pill in for a second time. She spit it out again. By this time though, the pill was beginning to get all chalky and gross from being in the cat's mouth. I was determined that the third time would be the charm. I forcibly opened the cat's mouth, put the pill in, and held her mouth shut until she swallowed a minimum of two times. Satisfied that I had successfully given my cat her pill, I let her down, and proceeded with a little dance of victory. While I was just finishing up the last steps of the victory dance, I looked down at my now medicated cat, and realized that something wasn't quite right: she was dragging herself along the floor, all the while foaming at the mouth. She continued to drag herself along the floor, trailing a long line of foamy crap and drool. My first thought was: Oh my god, I have killed my cat! (Or I am in the process of killing my cat). I was rooted to the spot, panicking about whether or not I should take her to the vet. Then I was struck with the irony of if she actually died, it would have been because I was trying to make her better....funny how things work eh? After a few minutes of the dragging and drooling, she eventually came back into her own, which was relieving. Although I really can't wait until I have to do that again.