Jr. Kills The Pills

Each morning at the table,
I count out the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
When Jr. hears the rattle
of the bottles and the pills,
he jumps into the middle
and scatters all the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
He stalks them and he pounces
with all his feline skills,
and basks in the satisfaction
of his imagined kills;
the hunt and chase and capture,
and torment of the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
I wonder why he does it?
Are there vicarious thrills
in his attempt at assassination,
and ruthless massacre of the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills?
Is there any way I can avoid
the attack, scatter and spills,
perpetrated by this vicious beast,
on the unsuspecting pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills?