What goes on in my brain?

Sometimes I wonder...

Background: sevvy_o made a big post about musicals, and in response, I mentioned one of my favorite musicals of all time - Into the Woods. Here's how I described it (copied from my comment):

"Into the Woods is kind of a fractured fairy tale. It's about a baker and his wife who were cursed by a witch and need to gather ingredients for a spell to lift the curse - including Jack's cow (from Jack and the Beanstalk), Cinderella's slipper, Little Red Ridinghood's red cape, and Rapunzel's hair. So they interact with all these fairy tale characters, but my favorite part is that the "happily ever after" comes at the end of Act 1. All the stories that we know conclude there (Cinderella marries her prince, Jack slays the giant and ends up rich, etc.), and then Act 2 is what happens after the happy ending. It gets much darker and people die and the characters turn on the narrator. It's awesome."

Anyone who is even remotely familiar with me and my fic can probably figure out why the "what happens after the happy ending" thing appeals to me. But as I'm sitting here, and these connections between BtVS fic and Into the Woods are percolating in my brain (not for the first time - someday I should post my character match-up), I'm replaying this scene in my head and imagining the BtVS characters coming to life and attacking Joss Whedon for all the horrible things he's done to them:

Narrator: "It is interesting to examine the moral issue at question here. The finality of stories such as these dictates..."

(he looks upstage and notices everyone staring at him)

Narrator: "Sorry, I only tell the story. I'm not part of it."

Red Riding Hood: (brandishing a knife) "That's right."

Witch: "Not one of us."

Baker: "You're always on the outside."

Narrator: "Well, that's my role! You must understand, there must always be someone on the outside!"

Prince's Steward: "Well, you're going to be on the inside now."

Narrator: (as they all gang up on him) "You're making a big mistake!"

Cinderella's Stepmother: "Nonsense."

Narrator: "You need an objective observer to pass the story along!"

Witch: "Some of us don't like the way you've been telling it."

Heh. There's a crackfic in there somewhere.

Gah!

I give up. My cat is officially smarter than me.

Two doses. That's how long it takes her to catch on to whatever sneaky method I come up with for getting her to take her pills. Just two. Tuna worked for two doses. Holding her down and shoving it down her throat worked not at all. Pill Pockets worked for two doses, but now she's caught on that she can just suck on it until the snacky coating dissolves and then spit the pill back out.

I am loath to drive all around the DC metro area looking for a place that sells the pill shooter, but I may just have to. We only have three more days of pills, so there's no sense in ordering it online, since it wouldn't get here in time.

In the meantime, I think I'm going to crack open the gelcap and see if I can mix the meds in with her food in a form that she can't spit out. Hopefully this won't kill her...