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Julia and I have decided to have the radiotherapy done for Vandal. That means that he won't need to be taking any more pills -- which is a good thing for my sanity. Yesterday (or the day before, I can't remember) he managed to hold the damn pill in his mouth and spit it out when he thought I wasn't looking! So now, not only do I stroke his throat to get him to swallow, but I bribe him with kitten chow to ensure that he does (or that I get the pill and redose it).

However, he seems to have gained at least four ounces in two weeks (the vet thinks it's more like eight). So hopefully he won't be the bony kitty soon.

S