In fact, anti-climax. Cat meds added to food with great trepidation. I mean, the stuff is pink, gloppy, and smells sweet, to me at least. What cat would fall for that? The S.O.B. approaches, sniffs -- suddenly, serious scarfing begins, like he hasn't eaten for a week and he has to get it all down before the other cat finds it. (There is no other cat.) Is this stuff sardine-flavored? Anyway, no wetsuit or little leather gloves required. Now The S.O.B., full and apparently feeling much better, has returned to mouse patrol.