Do I have the luck of the Irish when giving my cat, Sylvia, her medicine? Even though I sometimes tell her, "Here's a pill for you to take that you'll spit out when I'm not looking," she takes her medicine most of the time, I think...
...except for the times when I find pills she spit out in the sofa cushions...
...and on the sofa blankets...
...and on the kitchen counter...
...and in the kitchen sink...
...and under the treadmill...
...and on the front doormat...
...as well as the back doormat...
...and on the stack of newspapers...
...and in the food bowl...
...as well as the water bowl.
So, yes, I think I have the luck of the Irish, i.e. a way of finding the positive in a not entirely positive situation. I cling to the belief that Sylvia takes her medicine most of the time, even though she probably swallows her pills less often than I'd like to believe.
