. . . and Because I Don't Talk About The Cat Enough
For her newly diagnosed hyperthyroid condition, The Cat takes a half a pill, twice a day. I was trying to get by without a pill-splitter, but using a paring knife has its obvious drawbacks.
I forgot to pick one up yesterday, but then I had to make a run to the drugstore today anyway. Of course, I needed help finding where the store keeps the pill-splitters, but at least there was no decision to make, because they stock only one kind (the store's brand, natch).
Stood in a nice long line where there was only one cash register open--but doesn't it figure they opened another one right as I was paying?
I was in the middle of doing laundry at the parents', so I didn't open the bags until I got home around dinnertime.
Isn't the darn thing missing from the darn bag? I double-checked the receipt (yup, I paid for it) and the floor and rear seat of my car (no, not there). So I called the store and the girl who answered said nothing was left up at the counter, but I could just come back in with the receipt for another one.
At least it wasn't a far drive from home, but it was rush hour. When I finally got there, the same cashier who'd rung me up was still working at the counter. I had to wait my turn (again), but when I told him about the phone conversation, he said, "Yeah, I remember you--I found it at the bottom of the bag but you were already gone."
I think what happened was that he had started to put my purchases in a small bag, but then went for a larger shopping bag because I had bought something on the larger side. He forgot to transfer the pill splitter from the small bag.
The things I do for that cat.
Side note: I'm never buying a big pack of TP again.
I forgot to pick one up yesterday, but then I had to make a run to the drugstore today anyway. Of course, I needed help finding where the store keeps the pill-splitters, but at least there was no decision to make, because they stock only one kind (the store's brand, natch).
Stood in a nice long line where there was only one cash register open--but doesn't it figure they opened another one right as I was paying?
I was in the middle of doing laundry at the parents', so I didn't open the bags until I got home around dinnertime.
Isn't the darn thing missing from the darn bag? I double-checked the receipt (yup, I paid for it) and the floor and rear seat of my car (no, not there). So I called the store and the girl who answered said nothing was left up at the counter, but I could just come back in with the receipt for another one.
At least it wasn't a far drive from home, but it was rush hour. When I finally got there, the same cashier who'd rung me up was still working at the counter. I had to wait my turn (again), but when I told him about the phone conversation, he said, "Yeah, I remember you--I found it at the bottom of the bag but you were already gone."
I think what happened was that he had started to put my purchases in a small bag, but then went for a larger shopping bag because I had bought something on the larger side. He forgot to transfer the pill splitter from the small bag.
The things I do for that cat.
Side note: I'm never buying a big pack of TP again.
Comments
Rob--I was offered liquid and "skin application" options as well, but after nearly getting my arms ripped off during an amoxicillin administration a few years back, and barely getting one of those Frontline-type deals on her neck in the summertime, I'm thinking that using Pill Pockets seems to be the path of least resistance. She's not a "pick me up" cat at all, but she'd probably eat a whole pouch of Pill Pockets if I let her.
Angela--Worth the two trips! :) Thanks & Happy New Year to you, too!