I'm doing it for his own good.

It's uncanny. My cat, Loverboy, can read my mind. All I have to do is think of giving Loverboy his medicine. I am treating him with an antibiotic. For a parasite. The mere thought on my mind sends Loverboy into hiding. Usually beneath the king-sized bed. Right in the middle. Where I can't reach him. Otherwise, Loverboy would be my shadow. With me almost constantly. But lo and behold, I may just be sitting at my desk, thinking it's about time for his medicine, and Loverboy scampers away. He's able to catch my every evil thought. I capture Loverboy. Hold him down. Open his mouth. And with a syringe, shoot the liquid medicine down his throat. That works better than a pill. Anyway, it's just a 10-day ordeal. For Loverboy. For me. Believe me, I'm doing it for his own good. I'm not evil. --Jim Broede