I have no idea what I'd do if I ever had to give this cat a pill. Grab him by the throat or yank the tail and when the mouth opens in shock
throw it down there with an air gun, or blow it through a tube like a dart down his throat? Anyone that's never had one of these second [midget] cousins of a lion in their homes before has absolutely no idea of how bull headed they can be! If he ever needed any medication, and I'm believing God that he never will, instead of a pill, I'd rather have a dart gun and just catch him, as he's running by, right in the butt from this computer desk.
He'd howl and be licking his butt for an hour and a half as though he were so violated, insulted, traumatized, and abused by it, and he might come and bite me over it, but I'd at least know he got his medicine without my threatening to beat him within an inch of his life. Or if he ever had to have medicine, since he doesn't like anybody messin' with the coat -- the little James Dean wanna-be, or is it the Fonz that I'm thinking of? -- he'd spend the next hour licking up every drop if I could just drop the proper liquid dose on his coat! I like the idea of the dart gun better though, or blowing the dart through a tube at him. Precise doses that way and no hurling it with an upset stomach over having been forced to swallow it.
Reverse psychology might work also with it being something he absolutely could never ever ever have!! Or, leave a pill in a lower kitchen cabinet for him to find on his own. If he thinks he found it by himself -- gulp!! -- there it goes right into his stomach.