The idea of directing msk has always been a challenge. For a while scooping him up or holding him was an option, but it always seemed to make him more pissed off. Slowly we learned that you don't stop msk, you divert him. You follow his lead and if at all possible; you don't yell or grab things away from him. There are some situations, walking into traffic for example, that take decisive action. Generally though, the price of getting him to abruptly follow your will is too high. We've learned that you need to finesse a change in course.
Applying that lesson, I can now single-handedly get Mitzi to take her pills. Very calmly I hold her and stick a pill into the side of her mouth back to the molars. She gets annoyed and spits it out. I repeat this as many times as required. No pinching her mouth open. No forcing her to swallow the pill. I just get it into the back of her mouth and eventually she swallows and we're done.
Maybe I always knew that fighting wasn't the right solution, but I've got to thank msk for a multi-year program that has taught me patience and redirection.
The other way msk has influenced our cat's life is more humorous. When she repeatedly launches herself at the backdoor, batting at the doorknob and willing you to let her out, our response is: "What do you want Mitzi? Use your words. What do you want?" We've been trained to encourage verbal communication when obvious non-verbal communication is in use. Sometimes I think the behavioral training in our house has been for everybody besides msk.