Butter makes the medicine go down. After another horrific experience pilling Maggie, I called the vet to see how bad it would be to not finish the medication. Normally, I’m a big fan of following the doctor’s orders, but Maggie was hiding from us. Her fur was lank and matted from the dried froth–I’m not even exaggerating–and I felt like we were torturing her.

The vet suggested coating the pill in butter, because it would seal in the bitterness and also make it slippery. Willing to try anything, I buttered the pill. Lo! It worked! She was even licking her lips and climbed into my lap afterwards. Such relief for all of us.

Edited to add: Well, it worked this morning. At the moment Maggie has a handle-bar mustache of foam.

I’ve got my computer back. No, it’s not fixed. However, after a generous session of batting eyelashes I managed to convince them to let me bring it home overnight without losing my place in line. This is apparently totally against their rules.

I know this because when I called in, I was told that it wasn’t an option–this was a different person, who seemed to know how to use a telephone. I explained that I was on my way to pick it up even though it wasn’t ready because I needed it. When I got there, asked why I couldn’t take it home overnight? The twelve-year old on duty explained that they’d tried it and it hadn’t worked in the past. I batted my eyelashes and he changed his mind.

I have to drop it off there shortly after they open, but that gives me enough time to complete a job and turn it in on time. I don’t need it again until Tuesday, so hopefully they will actually get to the repair by then.