So Buster, my silver tabby, gets these allergy shots to keep from scratching all the time. I spend more on my cats medical bills than my own.

The vet is gone for a couple weeks, so the clinic told me I could give Buster a little liquid Children's Benadryl instead of the shot. Here's what happens when you administer this fluid-- they foam at the mouth. A lot. They look like a rabid Santa Claus after awhile. The last time I gave him this cherry-flavored treatment he ran through the house leaving a trail of cat saliva foam. Nice. I went through an entire roll of paper towels.

So I told my pal Arnie all about this and he just laughed. "Let me try," he bravely volunteered. So he brings Buster into the bathroom and shuts the door. Rule #1, isolate the cat in a room with lots of easily-cleaned tile. Then I hear Arnie talk gently to the feline as he wraps him in a towel. Rule #2, secure the cats claws. Then I can hear a gargled yowl as Arnie uses an eye-dropper type of tube to give the medicine.

After that there is this sort of loud aerosol noise coming from behind the bathroom door. In a short time I see foam coming out from under the door into the hallway. Arnie is trying to yell something, but I can't quite make it out. The door is locked.

I forced the door open to find Buster sitting calmly by the sink, but once he saw his chance he ran out into the rest of the house to leave a trail of foamy feline saliva on every flat surface he could use. Meanwhile, the foam in the bathroom was still about 3 feet high.

And Arnie was nowhere to be found. Even now, after the foam has subsided, he has yet to appear.

Too bad Robert Stack is dead.