I used to take my cat to an old horse vet out in the country. Like, he had literal horse stables for when horses would come in, and I'm pretty sure the dude was in his 90s because he'd opened his practice in the 1950s. He had to give her some medicine one time and I said he wouldn't be able to give it to her in pill form because she was very resistant to being given pills, like bite-your-brain-off resistant. He said "son, I've been pilling cats for decades; I won't have any problem giving her a pill."

He ended up needing multiple bandaids and had to give her an injection, and she was only a six pound cat. I was never more proud of her than that day.