I Hope I Don't Take That Pill

SOLC Day 7 of 31 
 

As I  reach for my own pills, I often glance at the bottle containing the pills for my cat, Hemingway. "Oh please, don't grab his bottle" is my mantra. He has thyroid issues, among others, that have caused him to go from our soft overly fluffy cat to one that is very bony, (however still lovable). Among the vet prescribed treatments is to give him one quarter of one of these little pills twice a week to stimulate his appetite to help him gain some weight, or at least to help him not to lose any more.

On Wednesdays and Saturdays, the days he gets his tiny portion of pill, the choruses of his meows are insistent whenever we walk into the kitchen. As his dish is refilled, he is satisfied for just a few minutes as he eagerly laps up the food each time. His beckoning eyes focus on the can of food on the counter. He also sashays figure eights around our legs reminding us of his need. (As if we need a reminder!)

I wonder, what if I accidentally took a WHOLE one of his pills? Would I beg or scream for food all day? Would I frantically open and close the cupboard doors, pushing aside cans, boxes and bags searching for food? (sometimes I do that without THE pill) Would I run to the neighbor's house begging for dinner? Would I speed to the grocery store, racing up and down the aisles, madly filling my cart? Would I eat until I burst?

Who knows how it would effect me. It's just a little pill. But oh how it might change my day!