Skylar: Whattaya mean, no medicine? I have to have my medicine! *follows Mommy around*
Mommy: I'm sorry, buddy. The vet gave us the wrong thing!
Skylar: You're not April Foolin' me, are you?
Mommy: Nope, I wish I was. See, your label says it should be methimazole, but the bottle label says it's fluoxetine and it's definitely not shaped like your regular stuff.
Skylar: But I want my medicine!
Mommy: *pets Skylar and tries to reassure him* I'm sorry. It will have to wait until after 11:00 am. I'll call the vet right away when they open.
Skylar: After my 8:00 medicine time? I don't get my 8 am medicine either? *looks very, very sad*
Mommy: I'm so sorry, hun.
Skylar: *goes to sulk by the food bowl where Rori is eating* They better have the right stuff at 11 am. *goes to stick his nose in the bag where the other bottle is*
UPDATE:
Yes, we did get the right medicine now from the vet. Someone had put a special shipment of the other medicine in the wrong cupboard. Skylar is happy and medicated. :)
7 comments:
Aww Skylar, 11am isn't too far after 8am.We're sorry you're day started badly.
Wow...we've never begged for medicine before....but Skylar, you can't take the wrong stuff...
Sorry you gots the wrong medicines, Skylar!!!
oh no, we hopes you gotted the right stuff!
oh no. how dare him.
we tinks he gave you his own med.'s cuz he gives you generics prozacs. we tinks it is his own stuff by mistake. maybe he has yours in his bag, hehehe.
the nerve.
sowwy bout delete above, bean no proofreaded it.
Begging fur medi-sin? What kinda cat are yoo?
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