Manasse had his ultrasound this morning. He protested loudly and generally behaved as if he was being slaughtered (he can be such a drama queen!), but despite all his wriggling the vet was able to see that yes, we were definitely dealing with a thickening of the walls of the left atrium and a beginning problem with some of the ventricles, so he's going to have to go on another diet now and will be requiring meds, fed daily to him, for the rest of his life.
I'm told I'm to avoid stressing him out, so no more popping pills into his mouth -- instead, I am to crush them and sprinkle them over his food. I do like this idea, but...my flat is mostly open plan. My cats eat in the kitchen, and share the same bowls. This wasn't a problem when Leila and Manasse were both on the same diet, but now that Manasse is to go on another, I don't know how I'm supposed to make sure he eats his own and not his sister's food. If they had a specific dinner time, I could lock him in the bathroom with a bowlful of medicated food; but since my cats typically just take a few bites when their food is placed in front of them, then wander off and come back to it whenever they feel like it, I don't think that is going to work. Does this dilemma sound familiar to anyone on my flist, and if so, do you have any helpful hints for me?