We used to something called Profender, we did think he had licked it but when he was dashing about we saw him try to lick it but couldn't reach, and he couldn't have licked it off Charley as Charly was still at my feet lying on his back wiggling about tying to rub it off. The worse part was that I hadn't done the kittens so was a nervous wreck when I came backand had to do them- I think I followed them about for about 2 hours trying to make sure they were OK.
Garf seems fine now, I made his favourite dinner of cooked chicken with some prawns which not only cheered Garf up but the OH and I as well because Basil eating prawns is quite possibly the funniest thing on the planet, they get beated up, thrown about and he walks about with it in his mouth trying to find a good place to eat his "catch".