Sparky is going to be on some medication to help with his anxiety. His anxiety? What about my anxiety? I went to the vet today to pick up his medicine and the receptionist handed me a prescription.
"Where do I get this filled?"
She said, "Oh, any pharmacy."
Then I walked into the any pharmacy in my neighborhood and said, "I have a prescription. For my cat."
One of the pharmacists walked over to the computer to enter the prescription. "So, has your … cat been here before?"
"No."
Another pharmacist stuck his head around the shelves. "Does your cat have an insurance card?"
"No. Ha, ha. You know, they have that now, but I don't carry it for my cats."
So, Sparky gets human meds. They gave me a leaflet about anti-depressants and watching out for suicidal thoughts, and they stuck labels on the bottle warning not to mix the medication with alcohol and not operating heavy machinery.
Now I have to get the pills into the cat. He always was the easiest cat to pill because he was motivated to get the treats. This seems to have changed. Now he's still motivated to get the treats, but also to avoid the pill. I'll have to work on my technique. Right now, for some reason, I'm reluctant to stick my fingers in his mouth.
On the bright side for some, looks like school's out.
236 words | June 15, 2006 08:20 PM | Felis Major