Oh, and by the way, the vet says nothing really looked bad on Roscoe's millions of blood tests. A little elevated liver panel here, a little anemia there, but nothing else. So she prescribed some mystery drug that I need to shoot down his throat once a day, that she said might help. And said if he's extra hungry, just feed him some more. I'm sure he likes that.
So the vet called in the prescription to a pharmacy, and said they'd contact me to make arrangements for shipping or pick-up. Here's how the conversation with the pharmacist went when they called me.
"Hi, this is the North Beach Pharmacy calling about Roscoe's prescription?"
"Oh, yes, hello."
"Yeah, we wanted to know if you wanted us to add a flavor to this since it tastes pretty bad."
"Oh, yes, good idea. How about something fishy?"
....prolonged silence....
"Soooo, Roscoe is a cat?"
Heh. Thought they were a veterinary-specific pharmacy. Guess not. Shoulda just told them Roscoe is a 3-year old with very eclectic tastes.
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